Genesis Squonk
Like father like son Not flesh nor fish nor bone A red rag hangs from an open mouth Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go All the King's horses and all the King's men Could never put a smile on that face He's a sly one, he's a shy one Wouldn't you be too Scared to be left all on this own Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with the Ugly Duckling The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes All the while in perfect time His tears are falling on the ground
