Grizelda draws graffiti
On granite city walls
Her gremlins and her gargoyles
Grace every shopping mall

The Grandmas and the Grandads groan
About Grizelda’s art
They mumble and they grumble
At every grizzly mark

But children gather round in groups
To gaze in admiration
They think Grizelda draws the best
Graffiti in the nation

Her gremlins all have gruesome grins
Her gargoyles look so grim
Grizzelda sprays a ghastly green
When colouring them in 

An agent from the government
Inspects the city walls
He sends a gang to scrub them clean
With mops and overalls

When they try to shift the grime
The gremlins give a giggle
The gargoyles grab the grubby mops
They say, ‘Stop that, it tickles’

But gradually the paint comes free
Grey replaces green
The Grandmas and the Grandads cheer
The children shout, ‘That’s mean!’

Grizelda’s heart is full of grief
Her eyes drip like the mops
The old folk gloat, ‘Serves you right
For painting so much grot’

Grizelda packs her paints away
And says a sad goodbye
The geriatrics jump with glee
The kids try not to cry

Grizelda draws more gremlins
In a gloomy gritty cave
The Grandmas and the Grandads
All pop off to their graves

The children grow and graduate
With grades in crafts and art
They open up a gallery
At the city’s heart

So ‘Lets go get Grizelda!
For glory and for fame!
Now we’ll put her gargoyles
Into GREAT BIG GOLDEN FRAMES!’