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Spoonfang the Pudding Vampire
In the middle of the night, When the moon shines bright, A creature stirs with a terrible bite, And his name is Spoonfang. This vampire with a spoony face, Has developed quite the taste, For creatures of the pudding race, Has the greedy Spoonfang. So when the stars through dark clouds peek, Into the kitchen he will creep, And a tasty snack he’ll sneak, Will the crafty Spoonfang. Mousse and trifle, cake of cheese, Ice-cream left in the deep freeze, He’s had a bite of each of these, Has the naughty Spoonfang. But tonight he’s set his eyes, Not on mother’s tasty pies, But on Gran’s birthday surprise, A gateau all for Spoonfang. And so he creeps along the floor, Tip-toes to the kitchen door, But someone else is there before, The bold and daring Spoonfang. Count Spatula! The greatest Pudding Vampire of them all! Both the vampires get a fright, Their screams echo through the night, And someone switches on the light, On Spatula and Spoonfang. Mother tuts and shakes her head, Sends son and father back to bed, Neither vampire has been fed, Not Spatula nor Spoonfang. Maybe there’s a little Pudding vampire in all of us!
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