He has a sloppy face and his eyes are close together,
And at night he slides the streets wearing trousers made of leather.
He slips into the allyways with oily greasy lips,
Where he slurps up old banana skins from rotten rubbish tips.
He'll squish and chew until his mouth is full of yellow slime.
Then he'll spew it into pavement cracks to mix it with the grime,
So if you see a puddle of this oily yellow gloop,
That look a little like it might have long ago been soup,
Rerember what your mother said when you were very young:
"If you step upon those pavement cracks, he'll get you with his tongue.
"He'll turn your face to slime and your liver into ham.
"So beware the moon, my sweet, and beware the Dribbleman."
