Nothing like it!

Zombie Nose looked up

It was suddenly bright and green

Suddenly there he was

Mister Hole himself

Can I help you said Hole

Anything to offer you?

I can be your new friend,

I think

Therefore I am being

Quite has become

My giant tree

Calling me the little man

I suppose I am

Can I make you some tea,

The tab will be on me!

a fog came in like

a real blanket

floating near my head

My head said Hole

I am Bill Hole

Do you smell my situation

As if to call nose something

Like a deviant!

Oh no the tree

It is reaching out for me

Maybe to rub my back

Perhaps I scratch

Oh zombie nose

Can you smell?

Please let me help!