Something’s been nibbling a hole in my sock.
What could it be? Don’t you know?
There’s only one thing could do damage like that!
It must be a Terrible Toe.
Terrible Toes have rows of teeth
That gnash from morning till night.
Like pincers they pull at the tightly-knit wool
Then they take a ginormous big bite.
Terrible Toes go rip! snip! snap!
And they gobble and gorge for a while.
Then they let out a burp and lie down for a nap
With a really most satisfied smile.
Terrible Toes hide out in the dark
And the smelly damp air in your shoe.
I know that I’ve got Terrible Toes,
So look at your socks. Have you?