Run all around, never down, don't let them chase you to the ground.
Run far and wide, don't bother to hide, I'm a little scared, I must confide.
All in pink, they don't think, they'll chase you to the utter brink.
In a moment of panic, frantic, you'll cross the Atlantic, to somewhere Germanic.
A hug is all they need, then you'll be freed, but you won't do the deed.
And hug me too, I'm feeling blue.