I’ve had hugs and kisses from snakes and lizards, Had my ears nibbled by a giraffe, I’ve been buzzed at by bees that stung both my knees, Quite funny but I didn’t laugh.
The sandwiches my mother makes, Are never that exciting. I unwrap them every lunchtime, But they’re really uninviting. If only I was taller, And I could reach the bread.
Look at me celebrity, A product of reality, I’ll sell myself for any fee, And act it out on bad TV. Oh Paparazzi I’ll agree, Just tell me who I need to be,
I live at number twenty-two, At the top of Peppermint Road, John the lizard’s three doors down, Next door lives Colin the toad Behind that door at twenty-four.