The Murglegrub
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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