In every cabinet there lives a beast
He eats the old bread, sour milk and the yeast
And at night he comes out to rule the pantry
Dancing around and singing a shanty
Until the morning light shines in
Then he returns to the compost bin
He crushes the egg shells and squashes the cheese
He mashes the orange peels and crushes the peas
Until you’ve had breakfast, and then he comes back
And switches the labels on your mothers spice rack
So this beast, he repeats the same thing every day
And stays in your house wreaking havoc some way
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