Small, brown and bushy.

Spikes all over her

House made of sticks, leaves, bark and mud.

She longed for a friend even though her house was crud.

Until she met Bill who lived in the mud.

His place was dark, slimy and filled with worms and bugs,

All he ate for dinner was witchety grubs!

They were as slimy as slug snot,

As wriggly as worms but he did not care.

He just wanted a friend.