A stroll through the woods

A boy took a stroll through the deep dark wood...
In hunt of a creature, who hid awfully good.

Past the underground house,
And the treetop house,
Even sneaking by the log pile house,
But who was hiding up in the trees,
Oh not to worry he was only paper. Phew!

On went the boy through the deep dark wood,
Climbing the tree trunks and laughing a lot,
Why didn't they know, there is no such thing as a Gruffa..
.. OH!?

But who is this creature with terrible claws
And terrible teeth in his terrible jaws?

He has knobbly knees, and turned-out toes,

And a poisonous wart at the end of his nose.
His eyes are orange, his tongue is black,
He has purple prickles all over his back.

"Oh help! Oh no!

It's a gruffalo!"

Country Kids from Coombe Mill Family Farm Holidays Cornwall