Once in a forest, deep in Beliz
Lived a monster with a terrible sneeze
He tossed and turned
As his nose did burn
And let out a sniffle that shook the trees

The hunters were scared out of their mind
when they heard the sniffle from behind
with a shout they had flown
but they wouldn't had they known
the monster they ran from was kind

And the monster sobbed all night
because of the men who took flight
and with each tear came a raspy cough
and he coughed and coughed and it never stopped
the monster knew something wasn't right

"I've had this cold now for thousands of years,
and for it become the worst of all fears
by every man, woman, and beast
for that perhaps one day on their bones I will feast
but why is it so can they not see my tears?"

But despite his great grief
not one single leaf
would befriend this monster with a terrible sneeze
none, but the whisper of the passing breeze