Living beneath the wind whistle trees,
Are the strangest of strange you ever did see,
Some furry, some scaled, a few with a beard,
Dressed to their best for a party of weird,
A toad named of Todd and a pup named of Sue,
And of course, me, that’s speaking to you,
Tiny bears without cares are walking around,
A more curious sort has yet to be found.
All of the beasties and besties and the resties of course,
The tiny critters of Windwhistle forest.
But things aren’t always bright ‘Neath the wind whistle trees,
Where the hoppers and squeakers do as they please,
Some aren’t as nice as they would appear,
Not loving and bright but spreading their fear,
We’ll get to them when the time is right,
Bu...