Look out the Hobyah's are on their way
I hope they don't see me
If I don't manage to hide in time
They'll eat me for their tea
They came to town a month ago
Looking for some food
And as they eat humans I'm sure you'll agree
That's not very good
So if you see them coming
Run into your house
Hide under the table
Be quiet as a mouse
They live under the hedgerows
And also under logs
There not afraid of much you know
But there terrified of dogs
You see one time a big black dog
Bit off a Hobyah's head
It clawed and bit another one
Until it to fell down dead
The Mayor of our little town
Called a meeting today
He wants everyone who own's a dog
To chase the Hobyah's away
It turns out that the Mayor was right
The man deserves a crown
Everyone who own's a dog
Ran the Hobyah's out of town
So now our lives are better
And its a well known fact
The Hobyah's are away for good
And they are never coming back
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