I am a fearsome creature from beyond the stars, With tentacles and claws and giant jagged scars. Many a planet I've left in my wake, But my one true weakness is a sweet frozen cake. I may be a monster, but I have a heart, And one thing that sets it all astart: Whenever I see a cone or a dish, My love for ice cream turns me to a squish. So beware, all you intergalactic ice cream sellers, For if I catch your scent, I'll be ringing your cellars. With a roar and a snarl, I'll demand all your stock, But don't worry, I'll pay with gold-plated rocks. So keep your eyes peeled and your scoops ready, For the space monster with a sweet-tooth unsteady. And remember, if you want to stay safe and sound, Just give him a tub of ice cream and he'll be bound.