Upstairs in Momma's secret drawer
She keeps a monster thing of horror
They bite and 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 squeaky, snippy, clippy thing
It has sharp teeth and a 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 none will know
We sent it to where the odd socks go!