The Robot Dance

A drawing of a red robot rising out of the ground and dancing to

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of 40,000 years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller.

A robot dancing a sequence of Michael Jackson’s Thriller.