The Gromfill

The Gromfill likes to walk alone

Not over grass but over stone

He tries his best on tippy toes

He's got a beak and not a nose

He has to stare quite far ahead

It's a bumpy road is what he said

“The moon is out, and I am late

I'll see you by the garden gate”

The moon is round and pink and bright

He much prefers to walk at night

“People stare and point at me

My coats too bright can’t you see”

He looks for treasure or toys that fall

“Then I puts them on the wall”

And all the pleasure that will bring

When walking past you find something.

You must have seen things hanging there

A bunch of keys a small lost bear

The Gromfill likes to give them back

He never puts them in a sack

So now you know who picks these up

The toys you lost, the broken cup

Cos someone loved them that’s for sure

He moves them off the dirty floor

The Gromfill saves them in his way

So they’ll be used another day

With staring eyes and little legs

He’s on the stones or are they eggs

He found some treasure very small

Can you see it on the wall?