A Creature So Strange
In a forest of red, 'neath the smiley sun's gleam,
There's a critter with horns and a whimsical dream.
Its head's like an orange, its body's all brown,
A creature so strange, it could make the trees frown!
In a forest of red, 'neath the smiley sun's gleam,
There's a critter with horns and a whimsical dream.
Its head's like an orange, its body's all brown,
A creature so strange, it could make the trees frown!