Monster, monster, woe is me,
I'd dearly love to live in a tree.
Instead of roaming all about,
with this fierce, ferocious snout!
Jungles are meant for those of the wild,
not me! Nature's most innocent child.
Oh do, hear my plea beloved jungle queen,
I'm not at all, the rascal, that I can seem.
Tushie 1/12/12
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