The Wibilob

The Wibilob was quite a mischievous thing
Sniffing 'round where it ought not to have been
It squeezed under doors and chewed through the floors
And always it found its way in

It snuck into pantries and larders at night
Giving fat felines a terrible fright
It gobbled up cured meats, cheese wheels and all
Sleeping then soundly inside of the wall

The Wibilob frequently pilfered fruit crumbles
While they were cooling in windows ajar
It clambered and clawed all the way up the wall
And swiftly it bore the poor crumble afar

Oh what a nuisance, cunning and quick
Oh what a scallywag, playing its tricks
Gobbling up greedily, licking its lips
And pilfering silverware out of the sink

The Wibilob oft' raided drawers full of socks
Gathering wool for its nest
Many a baby and lady and man
Had feet which fell victim to theft

It rummaged through kitchens for silverware fine
To stick in the ground 'round its lair in a line
The Wibilob thought 'twas a mighty defence
To build such a dazzling and blinding bright fence

One day when the people were weary indeed
Of all the wee Wibilob's many misdeeds
They formed a great crowd 'round the old town square
To bring their concerns to the ears of the Mayor

But the Mayor was too busy
Or at least so he said
The truth was he spent
Every day in his bed

The Mayor did insist that the wee thing would stray
That it would soon tire and wander away
But alas, the wee creature persisted with vigour
And each time it feasted, it grew slightly bigger

At last it did visit the house of the Mayor
He called for assistance, but nobody cared
The Wibilob ate every morsel of food
Then chewed through the floorboards
And vanished from view

The Mayor was in shock
And hid under sheets
But soon his wool socks
Were pulled right off his feet!

From where, oh where, did the Wibilob come?
No one is certain, but rumours abound
Some say it simply popped up from the ground
Instantly keen on troubling the town

Whatever the case is
This much is known
It's harder to deal with a beast
When it's grown