The Grij

Oh, here we are,
It's dark and cold,
Anybody in there
Is brave and bold.

It is the lair
Of a terrible beast
Known as the Grij
That Eats Men with Yeast.

People do tremble,
Upon hearing its name,
It has giant leathery wings,
And can breathe hot flame.

Many a man has gone in its cave
Only never to return
But we are here to trap the Grij
Inside this giant sack.

We carry a torch
To see through the dark,
But wouldn't it have been better
If we played in the park?