The Goops

The Goops they lick their fingers

The Goops they lick their knives

They spill their broth on the table cloth

They lead disgusting lives!

The Goops they talk while eating

And loud and fast they chew!

And that is why
 I'm glad that I
am not a Goop,

Are you?

In honor of our family-Dad/Grandpa wrote a new verse--just for you!

The Goops have dirt between their toes,

And goobies coming from their nose,

There's crusty sleepies in their eyes,

And filthy nails from fresh mud pies.

The Goops have lint packed in their navels

and grimy hair left all disheveled

Their bottoms stained with leaves and grass

their finger prints adorn the glass.

Then when its time to end the day

They from the bath tub run away,

They leave behind their residue,

The Goops disgust me--how 'bout you?

And Mom's version

Then when it's time to end the day

Into the bath they run to play

They leave behind their residue

Can Goops de-Goop as good as you?