Sam The Toucan

Sam liked purple and the warmth of a glow,

Sam had a phone booth he stole from Glasgow,

Sam hung his party lights that swung kinda low,

Sam collected teeth, who knows why? I don’t know.

Sam would take his crystal everywhere he would go,

He’d hold it in his beak, as he flew to and fro,

He said it gave him wisdom, made him smarter than a crow,

But he’s a fruitier loop than you could really ever know.