I see a monster
It is eating spaghetti
It is a good thing
I'm glad that it does
Not eat me or my brother
He likes spaghetti
We asked him his name
And he grumbled intensely,
"I'm Mr. Monster!"
He always came in
After a quarter past ten
And raided our fridge.
Frederiksburgville Town
Didn't usually have monsters
But they had pasta
And so the monster
Told the little children things
About from where it came
And it sang a song
That was very short and long
And it went like this:
Gobbledegook gobbledeedee
Fricasha bulungo tirimasu wings!
The children sat stunned
It was a horrible song
You can't sing along.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
I see a monster
It is eating spaghetti
It is a good thing
I'm glad that it does
Not eat me or my brother
He likes spaghetti
We asked him his name
And he grumbled intensely,
"I'm Mr. Monster!"
He always came in
After a quarter past ten
And raided our fridge.
Frederiksburgville Town
Didn't usually have monsters
But they had pasta
And so the monster
Told the little children things
About from where it came
And it sang a song
That was very short and long
And it went like this:
Gobbledegook gobbledeedee
Fricasha bulungo tirimasu wings!
The children sat stunned
It was a horrible song
You can't sing along.
