You’ll find my tongue is deepest blue
If I should poke it out at you
I poke my tongue out if I’m in fear
Like if a person comes too near
With mouth wide open and tongue poked out
I’ll give a hisssssssssss ‘cos I can’t shout
I might bite if you try to touch me
Because I’m wild and should be free
But if you just let me go my way
I’ll eat slugs and snails all of the day
Those things that eat your garden green
Are things I eat where ever they’re seen
So if you leave me to live my life
I really won’t be any strife
A simple rock to call my home;
A place to rest after I roam
Around your garden or forest wide
A place where I can rest and hide
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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