He wears a violet woollen hat,
And for a cloak he has a mat.
He always has a cricket bat,
That queer old toad called Grimble.

He wears a belt around his tum,
And when he walks he likes to hum.
He's got a bandage on his thumb,
That poor old toad called Grimble.

He has a friend called Mildred Ant,
A greenfly called old General Grant,
And even I know that I can't
Keep a toad called Grimble.

Vincent Pitt

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