Fuzzy Fish

When you come down from the mountains you may not like what you see,
There are hordes on little beasties and those tiny tickling trees,
There are minibirds up in the sky, small elephants beneath,
And there's squishy little humanoids beneath your feet.
Yes there's squishy little humanoids,
Crunchy little humanoids,
Squishy little humanoids beneath your feet.

Now not all of the little things are painful to your toes,
For the minibirds are flying so you won't be squishing those,
And the elephants are big enough to see beneath your feet,
But the squishy little humanoids have spiky bits!
Yes the squishy little humanoids,
Crunchy little humanoids,
Squishy little humanoids have spiky bits!

Now those who wear steel armor and the ones with spiky bits,
Are like stupid little kittens and will charge right at your feet,
And when you step on one of them the others bite and scratch,
Till you pick a small sequoia tree and start to smash!
You must pick a small sequoia tree,
Pick a young sequoia tree,
Pick a small sequoia tree,
And start to smash!

So when you come down from the crags you'll know what lies in store,
There are hordes of tiny trees and squishy beasties there galore,
But with all those wearing armor you know just what you must do,
Smash the little spiky buggers until they are goo!
Smash the little spiky buggers,
Smash the little armored buggers,
Smash the little spiky buggers until they are goo!