Lyrics
He’s a marvellous millipede.
Damp is what he needs.
He roams about the garden,
Occasionally with speed.
They say he has a thousand legs.
That is not quite true.
He does have lots and lots of legs,
A lot more legs than you.
And he’s got a secret weapon
He makes a smell
From stink glands along his sides.
You’d better treat him well!
He’s a marvellous millipede.
Damp is what he needs.
He roams about the garden,
Occasionally with speed.
He eats up lots of rotten things.
That’s his job you see.
He keeps the garden neat and clean,
A pleasant place to be.
And he’s got a secret weapon
He makes a smell
From stink glands along his sides.
You’d better treat him well!
You’d better treat me well!