From a Creeper

Why did you run from me screaming like that?
I was just walking over and flashing a "hi."
Are you scared when I flash?
Does my sound have a lash?
Please tell me the truth and don't tell a lie.

I'm a Creeper; I know it, it's always been true,
And I know that I'm green and four-legged
And my face is a frown
And I'm always around
And you use chickens and I get egged.

But I'm not a bad guy, not really - I swear!
I just look a bit scary sometimes.
Like out of the dark,
I sizzle like a lark,
Yet I'm sweet as a pie and key limes.

I'm not good at the art of conversation,
Instead my mom taught me to hiss,
If you'd like me to smile,
I can try for a while.
Though it won't be much different than this.

I'm a lonely green Creeper but I don't want that,
I just want a pal to be 'round.
If I only could talk,
Without flashing my walk,
Maybe I'd have a friendship quite sound.

But I'm still just a Creeper for these long, long days,
When you're building a pretty stone house;
When I pay you a visit,
You tell me to hit it,
So sometimes I wish I was a mouse.

Ah, yes, something else - a doggy, perhaps
To sit by your side with a smile;
To pant and eat meat,
To lay at your feet,
With a wonderful joy all the while.

But I was born as this scary old Creeper,
Though maybe Notch just made a bug,
I get scared and lonely,
My wish is one only,
One quiet and gentle soft hug.