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And a cunning brain in a pointed head. |
And a cunning brain in a pointed head. |
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He thinks it funny and yuks and yocks |
He thinks it funny and yuks and yocks<br> |
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When he gullops down one |
When he gullops down one<br> |
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Of a pair of your socks. |
Of a pair of your socks.<br> |
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This sly beast makes his fun |
This sly beast makes his fun |
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By causing mischief in the house. |
By causing mischief in the house.<br> |
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In his belly he has a pouch |
In his belly he has a pouch<br> |
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And moves quietly than a mouse. |
And moves quietly than a mouse.<br> |
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He conceals things to make you grouch. |
He conceals things to make you grouch. |
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He reads your mind, he hears you think. |
He reads your mind, he hears you think.<br> |
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As soon as you have a craving |
As soon as you have a craving<br> |
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For something--into the pouch quick as a wink, |
For something--into the pouch quick as a wink,<br> |
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He puts it and set you raving. |
He puts it and set you raving. |
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You lost something--a pocketknife. |
You lost something--a pocketknife.<br> |
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It's in the pouch you can bet your life.<br> |
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Where oh where is the key to the lock? |
Where oh where is the key to the lock?<br> |
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Why |
Why it's the same place as your sock. |
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Just set down for a jiffy your book, |
Just set down for a jiffy your book,<br> |
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The Murglegrub gets it by hook or crook. |
The Murglegrub gets it by hook or crook.<br> |
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Oh me oh my, |
Oh me oh my, what's to be done?<br> |
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Can the battle with Murglegrub ever be won? |
Can the battle with Murglegrub ever be won? |
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I think not, just try to keep him fed on old socks, |
I think not, just try to keep him fed on old socks,<br> |
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Pencils, envelopes, erasers by the box. |
Pencils, envelopes, erasers by the box.<br> |
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Keep him fat and hope for the best. |
Keep him fat and hope for the best.<br> |
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If a Murglegrub is fat, |
If a Murglegrub is fat, he's not so bad but still a pest. |
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Latest revision as of 00:57, 20 October 2022
Beware Beware the Murglegrub
Which lurks beneath the bed.
He has sharp corners for your toe to stub
And a cunning brain in a pointed head.
He thinks it funny and yuks and yocks
When he gullops down one
Of a pair of your socks.
This sly beast makes his fun
By causing mischief in the house.
In his belly he has a pouch
And moves quietly than a mouse.
He conceals things to make you grouch.
He reads your mind, he hears you think.
As soon as you have a craving
For something--into the pouch quick as a wink,
He puts it and set you raving.
You lost something--a pocketknife.
It's in the pouch you can bet your life.
Where oh where is the key to the lock?
Why it's the same place as your sock.
Just set down for a jiffy your book,
The Murglegrub gets it by hook or crook.
Oh me oh my, what's to be done?
Can the battle with Murglegrub ever be won?
I think not, just try to keep him fed on old socks,
Pencils, envelopes, erasers by the box.
Keep him fat and hope for the best.
If a Murglegrub is fat, he's not so bad but still a pest.
Written by Mmpratt99 deviantart
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