The Land of Grimney

In this magic land of Grimney

Smoke curls out of every chimney

With Grimney marsh and Grimney mire

Folks like the comfort of a fire

Even in their beds at night 

They will leave their fires alight

To fend off all those nasty things

With their sharp teeth, sharp claws and stings

Although you may feel safe at home 

There are some things that like to roam

Around people’s houses in the night 

Things that scratch and claw and bite. 

So even though you may insist

Such nasty creatures don’t exist

I really do think that you should

Stock up with lots of firewood.

The Land Of Grimney