The Grumble of Belfromhoo
There is a terrible beast that prowls the swamps
And occasionally treads through the town of Choo,
They call it the Grumble as it stomps
And torments the people of Belfromhoo.
Terrible stories and horrible lore
Surround the beast that walks up right,
Tales of fancy and grizzly gore
As it snatches children within the night.
Those who say they’ve heard it say it tends
To howl in the night, but howl for who?
Tales of this lone beast quickly extends
To all the corners of Belfromhoo.
They say the Grumble howls for its mate
But in a hut in this town of Choo,
Lies the skin of another that met its fate
In this small town of Belfromhoo.
Jacob Winterfeldt
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