The Gargoyle Ball
I go every night to the Gargoyle Ball.
It's attended by many, and hated by all.
One gargoyle sings, but it sounds like a growl,
as the rest of us lunge at each other and scowl.
We call it a dance, but it's more like a fight.
We wrestle and roll. We holler and bite.
Before the night's over we must return home
cause morning's first light turns us all back to stone.
Being a gargoyle sure can be cool.
When you're a statue all day you cannot go to school!

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