Fluffy As a Stuffy

As hot as can be, the sun is what I see. What I smell is my past, last night I had it last. The stuffing I can hear, now it’s blasting in my ear! Biting on its horn, I did this since I was four. What I smell is my past, last night I had it last. I feel the yarn clothes as I’m wrinkling my toes. Biting on its horn, I did this since I was four. I see a smile on its face, now I’m in my happy place. I feel the yarn clothes as I’m wrinkling my toes. I smell my pjs, I’ve been wearing them for days. I see a smile on its face, now I’m in my happy place. The tape on the tale is wrinkling, I’m worried, now my heart is sinking. I smell my pjs, I’ve been wearing them for days. Still tasting the horn, as my dad begins to snore! The tape on the tale is wrinkling, I’m worried, now my heart is sinking. I feel the floof on the hood, I close my eyes feeling safe, as I should. Still tasting the horn, as my dad begins to snore! The stuffing I can hear, now it’s blasting in my ear! I feel the floof on the hood, I close my eyes feeling safe, as I should. As hot as can be, the sun is what I see.