The fanackapants lives under a bush
Never settles, always in a rush
To be where it isn't, nor where it should
It does where it wants because it could.
With three heads and one leg, it bounces around
Never lonely, with hardly a sound
It attacks your sock drawer in the dead of night
And looks out for pants cause it likes a fight!
Where can you get one of these animals fair?
You can't, it is in my head so NER!
Forever blah blahing through it's over sized nose
It walks in riddles, or maybe in prose.....
But whatever you do, NEVER feed it some cheese
For in times of alarm it lets off a sneeze
And with a nose like that, it's no time to scoff
Get too close and it'll blow your head off!!!!
