
Look Out, T. rex!
ByLook Out, T. rex!
Don’t you even try
To grip me,
Rip me,
Or flip me over.
You will surely fail.
For I am armor-plated
And studded with spikes
On my head and neck
And back and tail.
(A powerful club
To smash you,
Thrash you,
Bash you –
And make you
WAIL!)
So –
Hit the road!
Scram!
Back off!
Flee!
You will never ever
Get a bite out of me.