The life of a puggle

The baby of an echidna,

The mother of monsters,

The strong and special,

As a puggle walks past you know it means good.

Courage, strength and love immediately come to you,

As the magical mother of monster curls up to you and cuddles you,

Your heart beats like the banging of the drums,

And your cheeks go as red as a kangaroo paw. 

While we dance around the fire they lay there sleeping,

As the bushes blow they curl into a ball. 

When the sun rises it is as bright as the puggle's dreams,

It opens one of its beady eyes and prepares.

While it walks through the bush it sees the laughing cockatoos,

Then it sees the round wombat that is sound asleep,

Then he sees the eucalyptus flowing with the wind.

Then the puggle was happy to see his mother again after many days,

The puggle was as happy as he could ever be.