The Wooded Zoodle

Have you met the Wooded Zoodle? To what can it compare? It walks upon it’s crooked legs; It’s back covered in hair. So empty are it’s beady eyes, Akin to a great white; It lurks in wooded shadows, To never be seen in the light. The Zoodle eats the ugly things, That humans toss at whim; It eats the clippings of your toes, And saves your deadened skin. So if you like to walk the woods, Don’t ever go alone; It waits to taste a fresh new finger, Or eat your funny bone. The Zoodle doesn’t like grown ups, For they’re too big to eat; So if you go a-wandering, Bring one to watch your feet.