Cloud-eeeee

I believe that clouds are not
Made of water-drops or ice
But they look a lot
Like a chameleon’s eyes
Like the ghastly creature
Changing colours at will
Clouds too share that feature
With an even greater skill
In the morn’ they’re soft and white
But that is just deceit
In the dark of night
They come to trick or treat
All night they rumble on
A watch on me they keep
That’s how my dread is born
That’s how I lose my sleep
Someday I think I’ll grow
Tall and strong and brave
For my lunch they’ll know
No other thing I have
I’ll gobble up and eat
Every cloud that I can see
So every child I meet
Will profusely thank me