Julia Donaldson

A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood.
a fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.
- Where are you going to little brown mouse ?
Come and have lunch in my underground house.
- It's terribly kind of you fox, but no,
I'm going to have lunch with a Gruffalo.
- A Gruffalo? What's a Gruffalo?
- A Gruffalo, why, didn't you know ?
He has terrible tusks and terrible claws
And terrible teeth in his terrible jaws.