A Thrill for a Kill
The Molemullians, were as they went by,
With dark little eyes, as they'd never seen the sky
Big whiskers and claws, and a snub nose to boot,
And they were all dirty, you'd think them covered in soot.
Now David the Molemullian or Dave as we know,
Would spend hours on his swing, swinging back to and fro
While all the while small red eyes, they would peek
From the darkness of corners spilling over what they seek
Now David the Moelmullian or Dave as we know,
Would pay ignorance to them and that he would show
So taking a chance of Dave being quite alone
They stole out of the darkness and struck him with a bone
The blackness in his eyes came quick as a veil
And Dave felt woozy as though he'd downed a large ale
The little red eyes danced and they shone
And before Dave knew it the whole world was gone
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