What is that? Who is here? What do I see?

It’s a strange little boy looking back at me.

Are those pants? Are those legs? Is it a suit?

How do you potty? How do you toot?

You frighten me with your strange lack of parts.

I can’t trust a dude who doesn’t fart.

Sammy: I’ve been thrown and I can’t get up.

I’m not leaving this tree. That kid’s too rough.