A girl took a stroll through the moonlit ‘hood.
A man saw the girl and the girl looked good.
‘Where are you going to, sweet little girl?
Come to my house and give us a whirl.’
‘That’s frightfully nice of you, man, but no.
I’m going to dance with… a gruffalo!’
‘A gruffalo? What’s a gruffalo?’
‘A gruffalo? Why, didn’t your mother read you bedtime stories? Not the only thing she didn’t do, then. She should have told you not to talk to strangers in the dark – you never know. You might run into a monster.’
She bared her fangs.
(With thanks and apologies to Julia Donaldson.)