I am the thing that lives in the swamp.

They all avoid me, and run when I’m near.

So I bite the bullet and I yell and stomp

So they can feel justified in their fear.

I am the thing that lives in the trees.

No one dares to come visit the place that I dwell.

For if they saw me they'd either run or they'd freeze

As if I had come straight from hell.

I am the thing that lives in the lake.

They say I'm a beast, yet I am quite small.

They must not be lying, there must be a mistake

For I have never harmed them at all.

I am the thing that lives in the sky.

They all gather round to point up and sneer.

But no matter what they do I must stay up high

To protect them and keep their land clear.

I am the thing that lives in their home.

Each day I look for love to pursue.

Yet everyday in rejection I roam,

Even though I am a person too.