So quick I saw the Grinner,
I thought him to be fake.
Until a second look and smile
In my room did he take.

So I tried to catch the Grinner,
As he rounded every bend,
But each time I looked around
He’d run on down the end.

Each time out of my eye,
I’d see his leering taunt.
It seemed he lived in its corner,
That happy, smiling haunt.

I turned and turned and tried and tried,
But the Grinner got away
The more I saw, my anguish cried
From each visit that he paid.

I tried to catch the Grinner,
He so fast I couldn’t see,
Till I glimpsed him in the mirror
And saw that he was me.