If you’re a monster and you know it clap your hands
(If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands) but lyric’s changed
Chapter 1
The Rhythm in the Mist
In the ancient Whispering Woods, where misty lanterns glow,
Lived a gentle blue monster whose spirit was slow.
His name was Barnaby, big-hearted and tall,
Yet he worried his claws were too noisy for all.
If you’re a monster and you know it, clap your hands!
When he snapped his wide claws, it would echo through the lands.
"Are my snaps far too loud?" he would ponder in fear,
As the crisp autumn wind whispered soft in his ear.
He was bound for the gathering deep in the glen,
Where the night-creatures danced once again and again.
He practiced his rhythm beneath the full moon,
Hoping someone might join in his clattering tune.
Chapter 2
Heavy Feet in the Marsh
Through the squelching green marsh where the cattails would sway,
Barnaby met Gilda along the damp way.
She was covered in moss with a flower of gold,
A gentle swamp monster both vibrant and bold.
If you’re a monster and you know it, stomp your feet!
Gilda thundered her boots to an echoing beat.
"Oh dear," grunted Barnaby, stuck in the mire,
While Gilda’s big stomps set the quiet marsh on fire.
"Don't be shy!" Gilda called with a muddy-toed shake,
"When we stomp down our boots, all the sleeping frogs wake!"
So Barnaby stepped with a shuddering stride,
And the two marched along with great rhythm and pride.
Chapter 3
The Voice of the Valley
Up the winding hill path where the shadows grew long,
Came a sound that vibrated like thunder and song.
It was Drake, a dark creature of magical night,
With purple-scaled wings and a grin big and bright.
If you’re a monster and you know it, give a roar!
Drake let out a boom that shook the forest floor.
Barnaby quivered and held on his hat,
For he never had heard such a bellow as that!
"Is it loud?" chuckled Drake, with a flash of his eyes,
"A good monster roar clears the dark from the skies!"
Barnaby smiled as he let out a hum,
Feeling ready for whatever music might come.
Chapter 4
Hesitation at the Glade
They arrived at the clearing of Silvermoon Glade,
Where the woodland folk gathered in shadows and shade.
Little owls and small mice sat in quiet surprise,
Watching three giant monsters with wide, curious eyes.
Barnaby paused as his confidence fled,
"Will they think we're too noisy?" he anxiously said.
If you're a monster and you know it, twitch your tail!
He gave a tiny flick, feeling timid and pale.
The meadow grew still under glittering stars,
Not a whistle or sound from the woodland's guitars.
Barnaby realized the mood needed cheer,
A spark of acceptance to banish the fear.
Chapter 5
The Gathering Song
Barnaby stepped to the center in sight,
And he raised up his claws in the cool starry night.
"If you’re a monster and you know it, clap your hands!"
CLAP-CLAP went his claws across silver-lit sands!
"If you’re a monster and you know it, stomp your feet!"
STOMP-STOMP went their boots to the magical beat!
"If you're a monster and you know it, give a roar!"
ROAR-ROAR echoed out to the mountaintop floor!
The mice began clapping, the owls hooted high,
As a chorus of happiness filled up the sky!
Every creature found joy in the monstrous delight,
Dancing hand-in-paw through the magical night.
Chapter 6
A Harmony of Claws and Paws
If you're a monster and you know it, do all three!
They clapped, stomped, and roared under every pine tree!
CLAP-CLAP! STOMP-STOMP! ROAR-ROAR! echoed clear,
Creating the happiest tune of the year!
Barnaby beamed as he looked at his friends,
Knowing true friendship is a song that never ends.
He was proud of his claws, of his noise, and his size,
Reflected in warmth under midnight-blue skies.
The moon slowly dipped as the dawn started creeping,
And the tired woodland creatures were ready for sleeping.
Barnaby sighed with a contented soft grin,
Grateful for music that welcomed him in.
The end.