The Glabru lives in the attic, he enters at night and make pens ink on stuffs and he torns notebooks rip rip, he puts nails or snails in the shoes and makes knots in woolballs, picks an ember in the fire and puts it on the carpet. He goes also in the kitchen, sours the milk or butter, spoils fruits by putting his fingers into them and spits frog’s spit into the soup.
At night some children sometimes hear the Glabru calling the other Glabrus in other houses with a owly oooh oooh, then they’re talking sitting in a row on a branch they talk about naugthies and sillies to make, and they tell each other the name of kids to teasebother.
Some days things are lost, they break, and the rain falls when it shouldn’t, and stuff trips you and you bang your head on wood beams.
When a Glabru comes noboby hears it but only a few little girls who can protect others with this rhyme :
Glabru je t’ai eu je te croque au sel je te mange cru Glabru lanturlu
Glabru I got you I crunch you with salt I eat you raw Glabru lanturlu
Freely adapted from Claude Roy (Permis de séjour)