The Grudgen

My seat is in the corner

And nobody, nobody, knows.

I'm a Grudgen from stars

With a body of leather

And 377 fingers and toes.

Woulden't they flea if they knew

Iv'e got 15 eyes on the back of my arm  

And my hair is barf.

My nose is a toad,

And my teeth are blue and pink,

My head is bronze with guns that hurt more than they do.

I could fly back right now if I cared to

And return in 1792.

I could sock them all for I'm  19 feet tall,

And I breath black fleams from my eyes.

Woulden't they yell if they knew?

If  they guest that a Grudgen was near.

Fidley fe! They have no key.

Oh! Why woulden't they cry with fear?

Look! Look! A Grudgen is neeer,

And they would screech and  kaboom!

The books would fall and the shelves would lie flat on the ground.

And the librarian would probably die of shock.

I smile to my self in that corner because whats best is that nobody knows.