Don't make me tap the sign
Don't make me tap the sign
I approach it slowly and quietly
I reach out my hand, then stop myself
I see a blob of different colors, moving and shifting
I come up to it
I reach out with a stick
I poke it
It jiggles and moves towards me
I turn around and run away, screaming
I approach it slowly and quietly
I reach out my hand, then stop myself
I see a blob of different colors, moving and shifting
I come up to it
I reach out with a stick
I poke it
It jiggles and moves towards me
I turn around and run away, screaming