The Gloamrats Investigate The Gutter Print

We gots owr crons on, papur wuns,
wiv gluey bits an pokerd suns.
Mine’s got a beetle, Ned’s gots mud,
we’s kings ov drains, we’s made ov crud.
I puts me arm in, gets me sleeve all grott,
feels sumfing squidgey, feels sumfing not.
Oooo Ned I sez, I felt it stir!
Might be a goblin fing… or her.
We’s lookin still, an pokin sticks,
the drains is chatty, full o’ tricks.
Sum fings is losed an sum gets found.
We’s Gloamrats. We nose the ground.