Ears only for Biggle
In the forest of bloom
Lives Oat the fox
In a hollowed out tree
Overflowing with moss
He would make nettle tea
In an acorn teapot
And go off on adventures
More often than not
He’d pack up his satchel
With the paints that he’d made
From the berries last fall
that he’d found in the glade
A nice jam sandwich
A walnut or two
Pop on his little woollen hat
And best adventuring shoes
So off he would go
Exploring the land
Making friends on his travels
Was all part of his plan
He’d skip through the valleys
Climb the hills and the trees
Fall asleep in the meadows
And paddle in streams
In rain and in snow
In spring or in fall
Oat would Continue
To go out and explore
Inside every badgers den
Over every single wall
Under every little bridge
Down every gushing waterfall
He’d inspect all the plants
And the creatures he’d meet
Sketch out their tiny fluffy tails
Their petals, leaves and feet
Adventuring was Oat's Most favourite thing
But was missing…
Something within.
He'd made so many friends
Heard their tales and all their woes
But their cosy family stories
Always made him feel hollow
He longed to know how it would feel
To have company at every meal
Someone always there
In times of good and bad
Oat knew this is what he wanted
And he began to hatch a plan
So late at night on stars above
he made just one simple wish
This Christmas he hopes for it
More than you’d know
And he only dreams of this
But Where will oat’s journey
Next lead him to?
Perhaps his next adventure
Is coming home to you
Ears only for Biggle
In the forest of bloom
Lives Oat the fox
In a hollowed out tree
Overflowing with moss
He would make nettle tea
In an acorn teapot
And go off on adventures
More often than not
He’d pack up his satchel
With the paints that he’d made
From the berries last fall
that he’d found in the glade
A nice jam sandwich
A walnut or two
Pop on his little woollen hat
And best adventuring shoes
So off he would go
Exploring the land
Making friends on his travels
Was all part of his plan
He’d skip through the valleys
Climb the hills and the trees
Fall asleep in the meadows
And paddle in streams
In rain and in snow
In spring or in fall
Oat would Continue
To go out and explore
Inside every badgers den
Over every single wall
Under every little bridge
Down every gushing waterfall
He’d inspect all the plants
And the creatures he’d meet
Sketch out their tiny fluffy tails
Their petals, leaves and feet
Adventuring was Oat's Most favourite thing
But was missing…
Something within.
He'd made so many friends
Heard their tales and all their woes
But their cosy family stories
Always made him feel hollow
He longed to know how it would feel
To have company at every meal
Someone always there
In times of good and bad
Oat knew this is what he wanted
And he began to hatch a plan
So late at night on stars above
he made just one simple wish
This Christmas he hopes for it
More than you’d know
And he only dreams of this
But Where will oat’s journey
Next lead him to?
Perhaps his next adventure
Is coming home to you
