The Sand-Dwelling Nommer

Everyone loves to visit the shore

With its kelp and seashells and lobsters galore

But if you have a trip to the beach all planned

You should know what lies beneath the sand

The Sand-Dwelling Nommer is the name of the beast

And he’s rather rude, to say the least

For if you meet him, just by chance

He’ll gobble up your shirt and pants

Then gobble up your armpit hair

And gobble up your underwear

And then he’ll gobble you up too

(But he’ll always spit out both your shoes)

And he makes a very peculiar noise

While gobbling up little girls and boys

It sounds a bit like, “Nom nom nom!”

Or at least, that’s what we heard just before we lost Tom

So beware of the Nommer while you’re at the shore

He’s always hungry for one more

And if he’s got a new victim, you’ll know the clues:
An echo of “nom” and two sandy shoes