He’s built like a ten-storey building
Eyes like two glowing full moons
Muscles like a seven-foot bodybuilder
Pupils like lumps of coal from Santa’s naughty list.
He lumps along like man and load,
Swings through the trees like Tarzan himself,
Or glides through the jungle like a jet-ski on waves
Gobbling up everything in his way.
He lives in the jungle with trees so high,
Rivers flowing fast to cool him down.
Treetop platforms make for great naps,
Sun blazing warm all day,
Until it sets at dusk
And he begins to snooze,
Snoring like a grandad in a deep sleep.