How About
The Goops
The Goops they lick their fingers
The Goops they lick their knives
They spill their broth on the table cloth
Oh they lead digusting lives
The Goops they talk with their mouths full
And loud and fast they chew
And that is why I am glad I am not a Goop
Are you?
The author is unknown as far as I have reseached. This poem was one of my childhood favorites and I have yet to meet a child who can resist it

Ds always grins mischeviously (sp?) and says yes me a Goop :LOL