The Marrog My desk's at the back of the class and nobody, nobody knows I'm Marrog from Mars With a body of brass And seventeen fingers and toes Wouldn't they shriek if they knew I've three eyes at the back of my head And my hair is bright purple My nose is deep blue, My teeth are half yellow, half red. My five arms are silver and spiked With knives on them sharper than spears I could go back right now if I liked- And return in a million light years I could gobble them all For I'm seven foot tall And I'm breathing green flames from my ears. Would n't they yell if they knew, If they guessed that a Marrog was here? Ha-ha they haven't a clue- Or wouldn't they tremble with fear! "Look, look a Marrog!" They'd all scream - and SMACK The blackboard would fall and the ceiling would crack And the teacher would faint, I suppose. But I grin to myself, sitting right at the back And nobody, nobody knows. By R. C. Scriven