Freakville's the town I live in. It's a small, friendly, place. Folks there seem to think I have an average face. My eyes are red. My hair is green, My nose looks like A giant bean. My breath smells Like a wet hog. When I talk, I sound like a frog. It looks like I have tusks, But they are just my teeth. My hair naturally grows In the shape of a Christmas wreath. I look normal in my town, But when I go to the city, Lots of folks stop and stare. They must think I'm very pretty.