Upstairs in momma's secret drawer.
She keeps a monster thing of horror,
they bite they try to eat our toes,
why they do that no one knows!
We bark and fuss and wiggle and squirm,
but our dad and momma holds us firm.
This thing of horror makes a noise;
although it's squeaky--it's not like toys.
It's a sqeaky, snippy, clippy thing,
it has sharp teeth and big strong spring.
Sometimes after it eats our feet,
we get something good to eat.
But one day when no one else is home
and we are left here all alone,
we'll sneak it out and no one will know,
we sent it where the old socks go!
~Author Unknown
Photos by Beth Rutherford
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