The forest is what he calls home
Sometimes it seems more like alone
Is what keeps him company
Yet lonely is what he sees
Gaze he does upon green hands
Wishing he were more like a man
But knowing well this cannot be
He dreams of her, Ogre like he
His voice carries a tune his own
Singing verses yet more like moans
To ears that hear him from afar
Where sky is lit by moon and stars
Ogre to those who know not him
Ugly green monster with monster grin
Yet he feels his heart would show
A place where love in him does grow
A house more hut he'd love to share
With her he'd break his bread and bare
His heart open to her he'd call
Loving wife pictured on walls
Now complete happily after
It's time to party with ogreish laughter
With friends more characters in some old book
Fable, dear buds, blind mice more crooks
