(Sorry if the pronunciation is wrong, but it will have to stay that way.)
My friend George, an old diplodocus,
Has eyes that are bad, they've lost focus.
"Find a wizard for me,
He will soon make me see,
With a touch of his old hocus-pocus."

"I said "George, you need no magician,
To give you some near-perfect vision.
Just come into town,
There a fellow I've found,
They say he's a real fine optician."

If you go down to Jurassic Park,
You'll see him, he thinks it a lark.
Embarrassed he's not,
By the glasses he's got,
He's glad he's not left in the dark.

Tiddy. [It needs a picture to go with it.]

* * *

The Pterodactyl.


That old pterodactyl's extinct.>
A dinosaur bird, so I thinct,
It ran out of luck
When an asteroid struck,
And so 'neath the waves it did sinct.

* * *


Brontosaurus Stomp

                    I had a fine brontosaurus;
                    I rode him just like a horus;
                    And once every spring,
                    You'd hear the beast sing
                    The great halle-lu-lia chorus.

And milking those rhymes to the limit...



The folk in the street don't ignore us,
In fact quite a lot of them chorus:
"Where did you get
That?"  It's just my pet,
I've got me a fine brontosaurus.

He's really a cute brontosaurus,
But some people simply abhor us,
As he strolls down the street,
In his 15 yard feet,
The road workers often implore us...

"Come here with that nice brontosaurus,
Will he flatten this street surface for us?"
And he does it with pleasure,
In quite even measure,
And the workers shout "Bravo, encorus."

Tiddy.
 [I could go on, but that nice nurse with the sedative is coming...]

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Last updated: Sun, 19 Sep 1999.