There is a fruity animal that's named after its sound Just eat, it's juicy, fuzzy, a bit small and almost round New Zealand is the only place, alive ones can be found

Stop here and stay a while. Enjoy the breeze, walk a mile. But watch out before you embark, For you’re likely not allowed after dark.

A homophone for not telling the truth Has a crown of hair, grown after youth A roar that can wake a pride If you hear it, run, don't break stride

The Wolf ate the grandma; then he snacked on Red, but who is this interrupting his nap? Cutting him open, stealing his meals, filling him up, and giving him feels ... of being full to the brim and thirsty for a drink from the well outside old Gmas' dwell, where he sinks. Who is it who rudely came by to disturb Wolf's precious post-dinner shuteye?

Goodness gracious! It’s a sunny delight, Wrapped in a coat, not too tight. Peel back its smile, see the bright, Oh how it curves, a fruity sight. Yellow and mellow great for hot days and sundaes.