Tangled Walker

Lived mostly alone Six heads had it grown And six haircuts Short back and sides of its own Arms and legs all for sure Four times six makes twenty-four Hear his footsteps on the floor Hear him roar Now so very many heads There were six, like I said Noisy nighttimes All that snoring in one bed And quite a talker was he, yes Interrupted in front of his guests Tangled walker, you should have seen him What a mess But he made quite a choir Four sang low, two heads sang higher Ringing out All that singing by the fire Six heavy red hearts Full and bubbling from the start Hot and happy within all Six red hearts