Why, hullo, little toes! What a magical summer day it is! Fancy a walk upon the warm lawn? Snuggle close to the emerald grass?

Hullo, feet! Such a proud and calloused pair, you. You're gruff but endearing old bulls, ready for a hard day's hike.

Hullo, legs! How hairy you are, like the swarthy skin of a Semite! A beast's fur you have, thick like a forest in a Grandfather's memory. I bonk your knees together, ah ha! Like gnarled trees clapping in a heavy storm you sound.

Oh, hullo, little fellow. I see you've got a little mouth. Perhaps you can talk to me! What your name be?