When Liz met Griz, he was balanced on a tree His eyes were filled, but not with glee. He clung so hard with shaky paws that he made deep marks with his claws
"What's the matter? What's the trouble? What's your problem? What's the worry?" Liz talked fast - she's always in a hurry.
"Slow dowwwn!" yelled Griz, in a shaky, rumbling tone, "I'm stuck up here and all alone! I really don't mean to be rude, I just don't like the altitude I don't like heights or taking flights Up in the sky or anywhere high
To the darkest caves I'll descend But the height is not for me, my friend"