The Grombly

here come the Grombly
weaving on its way
sure enough is bad enough
got ugly on display . . .
got eyes like cactus stickers
beady points and all
it never had a clever thought
its brain can only crawl. . .
its like a nightmare
in the summer sun
Its like a bullet
from a supersonic gun. . .
Grombly take you with him
if he get a chance
he wear a dirty teeshirt
to the saturday night dance. . .
he smell a lot like trouble
if he look your way
he take your heart and eat it
and he throw your soul away. . .

1974