In a distant, far off cave,
Lived a creature all alone,
A monster, bold and brave,
And her name was widely known.
Stabby was her name,
And one which didn't sell her short.
Small creatures were her game,
As she hunted them for sport.
She had never had a friend,
Although some creatures sure did try.
They all met their gruesome end
And were impaled through the eye.
At least, this was the case,
Until she woke one fateful day,
To find a kitten in her face
With giant eyes, asking to play.
He purred around her feet
And rubbed her body with his side.
With a mew, exclaimed "You're neat!
Do you want to play outside?"
Stabby's heart was warmed,
She smiled at the ball of fur.
Surely he had been warned,
And yet he did not fear her.
She gazed down at the kitten,
Who was batting at her tail.
She felt so warm and smitten
With this creature small and frail.
Her senses then restored;
As he played his game of chase,
Stabby then grew very bored
And she stabbed him in his face.