Fruppy the Werewolf Pup

<foreign . It's Halloween night and the moon's real bright. And for his

feeling mighty tough. He's got his chest puffed out, as he struts all about,

going grrr. He's feeling so tough. But he's small and smushy,

kinda round, kinda squishy. Still, he gives his fiercest stare.

Till a leaf blows by and he jumps so high. Then pretends like

he wasn't scared. 'Cause Fruppy thinks he's a werewolf, oh boy. Howling at the

moon like he's a big boy. He's got the heart of a lion,

the size of a muffin. Thinks he's so scary, but he ain't