The Crocodile
"No animal is half as
As Crocky–Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to
Six juicy children for his
And he especially
Just three of each, three girls, three boys.
He smears the boys (to make them hot)With mustard from the mustard pot.
But mustard doesn't go with girls,
It tastes all wrong with plaits and curls.
With them, what goes extremely
Is butterscotch and caramel.
It's such a super marvelous
When boys are hot and girls are sweet.
At least that's Crocky's point of
He ought to know.
He's had a few.
That's all for now.
It's time for bed.
Lie down and rest your sleepy head.
Ssh.
Listen.
What is that I hear,
Galumphing softly up the stair?
Go lock the door and fetch my gun!
Go on child, hurry!
Quickly run!
No stop!
Stand back!
He's coming in!
Oh, look, that greasy greenish skin!
The shining teeth, the greedy smile!
It's Crocky–Wock, the Crocodile!"
Roald Dahl
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