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