Doggy Toes Clippy Thing

Upstairs in momma's secret drawer
She keeps a monster thing of horror,
It bites and tries to eat our toes.
Why it does that no one knows!

We bark and fuss and wiggle and squirm,
But our dad and momma hold 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 where the odd socks go.

~Author Unknown~