A Beetle that was built like a tank Crawled over a blazing riverbank Now as any sane one would think It should head straight for the drink To cool off its little ole toes. But as astute readers will know, It hasn't really got any toes, So, it can walk hot sands real slow.
No bird ever seemed quite so regal As a quietly perching eagle. But it's not so much like a king When it dismounts, to take wing -- Cause that bird has to work for its living.
We kayak where lives Hippopotamus, And hope it isn't submerged, a-bottom us. With kayak a quite crunchy hard shell -- Us: savory filling that screams and yells, -- We'll be a three-bite river taco to hell.