The Gremlygroo.

Have you ever heard, of the Gremlygroo? He lives amongst garbage, left by me and by you, He picks and he seeks, he looks and he finds, To clutter his home with Gremly grime! He feeds upon the daily news, And has a passion for old leather shoes, He boils them in water, and flavours them then, With sardine tins, and a used ink pen! He is hairy and fat, with a very sad face, So he hides himself from the human race, His feet are as big, as dinner plates! And he lives alone for he has no mate! He only goes out in the dead of night, For if anyone saw him, He would so, them fright! So sorry I am for the Gremlygroo, So sorry I am, I am, Aren't you? He has lived amongst garbage, for a hundred years, And has lived alone with so many tears, He has searched, and searched, for a Gremlywife, But no one has he found, to share his life, So clutter he does and clutter he must, Searching through rubbish, to find a crust, Smelling of garbage, of yesterday, He works and he feeds but never does play! So when you throw all your garbage away, Have a thought for the Gremlygroo, that day Just add the odd pen, or a sardine tin? For the Gremlygroo to find again!