How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
Sunning on the shore,
As in days of yore
When the ancient beast
Stood its ground to feast,
Waiting for one to crawl
Near its gaping maw...
Then, SNAP!
CRUNCH! - Crunch - crunch...
The Crocodile has a toothy smile,
And, Oh My, is he so proud of it.
I'll sing his praises (play Croc-o-phile)
As long as I'm ten feet above it.
To find oneself within a crate - packed inside and labeled "Freight" seems like the worst that things can get, but then I peered out through the slit, and what a thing it was to see a croc's keen eye stare back at me. It had so many freakin' teeth, both on the top and underneath! I concluded the box 'tweren't so bad. To stay a while, I would be glad!
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