Beneath the hills where colors hum,
Live beasts with gums of bubblegum.
Their teeth are stitched in crooked rows,
Sharp with laughter, soft with woes.
A tuft for thought, a tooth for truth,
Each smile spun since ancient youth.
They chomp on dreams and chew on skies,
Spitting rainbows from their eyes.
No claws, no roar, no need to chase—
They guard the joy in every place.
Strange and bright, with yarn hearts gruff,
They bear the names of Tooth & Tuft.
Made with love and wools
