Please don't look at my hair,
As I scurry out of my night-time lair,
I'll rush past that mirror on the stair,
I am a beast, you should beware,
When morning time comes,
There's a hunger in my tums,
So I'll go in search of crumbs,
Far too early to do any sums,
Me and my stomach will growl,
As I emerge from bed to prowl,
Dare look at me and I'll scowl,
If I catch sight of the mirror I'll howl.
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