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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, e
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