The answer to that question.
The sock monster climbs up the waste pipe
And into your washing machine
He’ll hide up in a corner
To ensure he can’t be seen
Then when you put you clothes in
And you’ve set the washers clock
He’ll dive into your washing
And select a single sock
This special prize, he’ll carry off
To his secret hidden lair
And share this tasty morsel
With his monster wife so fair.
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