A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.

Where are you going to, little brown mouse?

Come and have lunch in my underground house.

It’s terribly kind of you, Fox, but no –

I’m going to have lunch with a gruffalo.

What’s a gruffalo?

A gruffalo?

A gruffalo!

Why, didn’t you know?

He has terrible tusks,

and terrible claws,

And terrible teeth

in his terrible jaws.

Where are you meeting him?

Here, by these rocks,

And his favourite food is roasted fox.

“Roasted fox! I’m off!”

Fox said.

“Goodbye, little mouse,”

and away he sped.

Silly old Fox!

Doesn’t he know,

There’s no such thing

as a gruffalo?

On went the mouse through the deep dark wood.

An owl saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.

Where are you going to,

little brown mouse?

Come and have tea

in my treetop house.

It’s frightfully nice of you, Owl, but no –

I’m going to have tea with a gruffalo.

A gruffalo?

What’s a gruffalo?

A gruffalo!

Why, didn’t you know?

He has knobbly knees,

and turned out toes,

And a poisonous wart

at the end of his nose.

Where are you meeting him?

Here, by this stream,

And his favourite food is

owl ice cream.

Owl ice cream?”

Toowhit toowhoo!

Goodbye, little mouse!

Silly old Owl! Doesn’t he know

and away Owl flew

There’s no such thing

as a gruffalo?

On went the mouse

through the deep dark wood.

A snake saw the mouse

and the mouse looked good.

Where are you going to,

little brown mouse?

Come in for a feast

in my logpile house.

It’s wonderfully good of you, Snake, but no –

I’m having a feast

with a gruffalo.

A gruffalo?

What’s a gruffalo?

A gruffalo!

Why, didn’t you know?

His eyes are orange,

his tongue is black,

He has purple prickles

all over his back.

Where are you

meeting him?

Here, by this lake,

And his favourite food is scrambled snake.

Scrambled snake!

It’s time I hid!

Goodbye, little mouse!

and away Snake slid

Silly old Fox!

Doesn’t he know,

There’s no such thing

as a gruffal...Oh!

But who is this creature

with terrible claws

And terrible teeth

in his terrible jaws

He has knobbly knees

and turned-out toes

And a poisonous wart

at the end of his nose.

His eyes are orange,

his tongue is black;

He has purple prickles

all over his back.

Oh help! Oh no!

It’s a gruffalo!