She was in the kitchen and no one was around
But then outside the door came a loud strange sound
Greta couldn’t move, she was rooted to the floor
‘Oh no, oh no!’ she cried ‘Something’s at the door!’
Could it be the Tweeter-Gobbler coming in to eat!
Could it be the mouse again wanting more meat!
Could it be a cockroach or an army to defeat?
What, oh what, was coming that she must greet?!
There it was, it was huge and scary!
It was tall and smooth not at all hairy!
It was very loud and roared and roared!
‘The Tweeter-Gobbler!’ shouted Greta, and ‘Oh my Lord!’
Greta was scared, she was shaking with fear!
The Tweeter-Gobbler came closer, it was so near!
Then all of a sudden something caught her hand
She was flung through the air like a pinged rubber band!
As she looked down below she saw her dad
He was running from the Tweeter-Gobbler and he looked very mad!
He caught her as she dropped, and then carried on running
The Tweeter-Gobbler was close behind, she could hear it coming!
‘Nearly there!’ shouted dad, as they reached the fridge’s safety
Dad was all red, but Greta looked pasty
At the back of the Fridge they could still hear the roar
But Dad said they were safe - it couldn’t get them anymore
‘What is it dad?’ said Greta with sorrow
‘Go to bed Greta I’ll tell you tomorrow ‘
Greta went to bed, ‘Night,’ she said sadly
What was that thing that wanted her so badly?
When the morning came, dad was waiting to see her
He didn’t look angry now and seemed much sweeter
‘Come here to me child and sit on my knee -
Ask me your questions, come on, feel free’
‘Well’ said Greta, ‘what is that thing, that sort of machine
That you call the Tweeter-Gobbler, it seems so mean?’
‘It’s called a vacuum, and it cleans floors and the stairs
Humans use them to clean up their dirt and their hairs
They don’t mean to harm us, to them we’re not real
We are like vacuums who clean up, not steal
We only take parts of what humans don’t need
And never eat live humans no that would be greed!’
‘I see ‘said Greta, ‘that’s why we don’t dare
Go into the house when the humans are there
In case they get dirty and get out the machine
And gobble the dirt to make their house clean’
‘That’s right’ said dad, he was pleased they had spoken
‘Now young lady a promise was broken
You promised to obey your mum and your dad ‘
He shook his finger, ‘you have been bad
You could have been killed, eaten alive!
The kitchen is where the cockroaches thrive!
You must always go out with either your mum or me
Because we are there to protect you, you see?’
‘OK dad’, said Greta ‘can we go now?’
‘What’s the rush?’ asked dad
‘Well, I could eat a cow!’
Greta laughed out loud and her dad joined in
‘That’s not very veggie’ he said ‘let’s visit the bin!’
So, now you know that Tweeters exist
Remember them when you eat your crisps
If you drop a crumb, maybe one or two
They’ll be gobbled up by you know who!
Yes Greta the veggie that’s the one
But what about Gilbert, Gabby, and their son?
Well they’ll be OK coz you pick your nose!
And where do the bogeys go do you suppose?
In a tissue, oh no, you are not that neat!
You know you wipe it under your seat!
It’s there for the night-time when the Tweeters come out
‘Bogey alert!’ comes the excited shout!
Up they climb, and take it away
Tweeter family food for one whole day!
And if you brush your hair, and some comes out
Let it stay on the carpet, coz without a doubt
It will be gone in the morning, when up comes the sun
And already be in Granny Tweeter’s tum!
THE END
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