| It's dinner time, it's dinner time! And on a human I must dine. My empty tummy I must fill, So I have found a boy to kill, But boys are tricksy, boys are quick, Boys can give a nasty kick. |  |
I have to catch him by surprise,
If I'm to win my tasty prize.
Sneaking, creeping, quiet, shush.
Grab him, got him, now he's mush.
Gobble, gobble, in my tummy,
He's delicious, tasty, yummy.
I'm ready for a little snooze,
But do I hear the sound of shoes?
Who's that man, could it be Daddy,
Looking for his little laddie?
Should I say I ate his son?
On second thoughts, I'd better RUN!
If I'm to win my tasty prize.
Sneaking, creeping, quiet, shush.
Grab him, got him, now he's mush.
Gobble, gobble, in my tummy,
He's delicious, tasty, yummy.
I'm ready for a little snooze,
But do I hear the sound of shoes?
Who's that man, could it be Daddy,
Looking for his little laddie?
Should I say I ate his son?
On second thoughts, I'd better RUN!
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