Fleeval Friquosy arrived one day
From a mountain forest green
At first he seemed to some real nice
To others he seemed mean

His head was big and round-ish
His nose was pointy curved
His chin was like a ski slope
That went downward then it swerved

His neck was thick and trunk-ish
His chest just like a bull
His belly button sunk-ish
In a waistline fat and full

His knees were strong but knobby
His ankles big like trees
His feet were flat and froggy
And the hairs on them had fleas

So the people of the town all turned
Their backs as he walked by
The dogs would growl and bark at him
And little kids would cry

But then one day he stopped and sat
And sang a lovely tune
An angel’s voice came out from him
And he sang past afternoon

The people turned and smiled his way
And started singing too
The dogs sat down and children danced
As by some angels flew

And like a choir in heaven might
Their singing filled the skies
The valley town, it shined like gold
As they said good-nights, good-byes

Then Fleeval took his roundish head
And curvy sloping nose
And to the mountain he returned
With his froggy feet and toes

But all the folks who judged him bad
Each kid and mom and dad
Will remember Fleeval Fiquosy
And the day he made them glad!