I met a man called fox,

He had hair as red as fire burning down the Australian forest,

He wore a rabbit skin coat to keep himself warm during the white winter,

His was squeaky and soothing like a nice foot massage.

I met a woman called snow,

Out of her palms spiked icicles as sharp as a bread knife ready to slice into a beget,

She spoke as quickly as a child sledding down a huge hill with excitement.