Oh, the poor kid, misses out on living with his kind. If he had only sprouted a body, then he could…he could…

He could run and make a ruckus
And trim the jelly bushes
Give lady folks a nod
With his lettuce brethren talkin’
And his might hooves a walkin’
If he only had a bod

He’d go leaping over mountains
And swim across the fountains
His stubby fingers clawed
There’d be no one left to stop him
From his dancing, twirling, stomping
If he only had a bod