In this magic land of Grimney Smoke curls out of every chimney With Grimney marsh and Grimney mire Folks like the comfort of a fire Even in their beds at night They will leave their fires alight To fend off all those nasty things With their sharp teeth, sharp claws and stings Although you may feel safe at home There are some things that like to roam Around people's houses in the night Things that scratch and claw and bite. So even though you may insist...