"Basilisk and Cockatrice: A Moral Poem" by Destruction.

I dreamed I saw a basilisk
That basked upon a rock shore
I looked upon the basilisk
With eyes of stone,
I looked no more.

I dreamed I saw a cockatrice
A-chewing on a piece of bone
I gazed upon the cockatrice
One cannot gaze
With eyes of stone.

To look upon a basilisk
Is really never worth the risk
To gaze upon a cockatrice
Is permanent and never nice.
For it can never be denied
Life isn't pleasant, petrified.

Purty, huh?