He’d scoob in a spooky-smooth groove, Through haunted halls with snacks to prove, That mystery’s nothing he can’t remove.
With Shaggy in tow and a plan half-cooked, He’d sniff out clues in every nook. A ghost? A ghoul? Just Fred in disguise? Velma knew — it was all in the eyes.
But if a Scooby could scoob for real, He’d scoob up snacks for every meal. A tower of sandwiches, ten feet tall — "Ruh-roh Raggy, I want it all!"