Pink and green, red and blue,
Grey and purple-orangey hue,
Big fat eyes; spark-plug ears,
The little people no one hears.

They steal and sneak,
And make a leak,
They hide up in your trees;
Yes, the little people no one sees.

They'll steal your food,
When in your worst mood,
But they'll put it back...
When you've made a new snack.

They sometimes keep things,
"For keeps!" he sings,
Just to make you mad,
Because they're really, really, bad.