Look 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.