It goes in, flowing like me, a chased rat,
The breath of fear.
The breath of fun, I smell here,
Even when the chaser is near.

I breathe it running, the breath of burn.
My lungs start melting, so I can run.
I exhale fire, with colourful smoke,
I breathe in coolers,
I might get a stroke.

The breath of joy,
Is my choice,
When I escape,
The house cat's noise!