The Grumpers, they lived in a house of grey,
Where the windows were grimy and sunlight couldn't play.
Two grumpy old twins, with a frown so severe,
Who lived for complaining and spreading their fear.
"The bread is too crusty," one Grumper would moan,
"The butter is salty, the milk tastes of stone."
"The chair's too low, the ceiling too high,"
The other would grumble, with a tear in his eye.
They grumbled at rain, and they grumbled at sun,
At birdsong, at silence, at things that were done.
They grumbled at meals, and they grumbled at naps,
At neighbours and strangers, and even at maps.
Their neighbours grew weary, their patience grew thin,
Of the Grumpers' complaints, and the misery within.
"Perhaps," whispered one, "if we give them a fright,
They'll forget their complaints and enjoy the day's light."
So they planned a grand scheme, a mischievous trick,
To scare the Grumpers with a phantom, quick.
They dressed in white sheets, and they tiptoed with glee,
A ghostly procession, for the Grumpers to see.
At midnight, they crept to the Grumpers' grey door,
And whispered, "Boo!" with a spine-chilling roar.
The Grumpers awoke, with a terrified shriek,
As the ghostly procession, a shiver did speak.
They fled to their beds, with a fear in their eyes,
And forgot all their grumbling, their complaints and their sighs.
For the rest of the night, they lay silent and still,
Their thoughts filled with phantoms, and the night's eerie thrill.
The next morning, they woke, with a smile on their face,
The sun shone so brightly, it filled up the space.
The Grumpers were happy, and the neighbours rejoiced,
For the Grumpers' complaints, they had finally destroyed.
And so, the Grumpers, they learned in that night,
That happiness lies in the day's golden light.
And though they still grumbled, but just once a day,
They found that complaining, just wasn't the way.