THE CROCODILE’S TONGUE
Going around the Silver Trial in Cobalt’s fine town,
Lives a crocodile, a tree in the water fallen down,
He looks quite real and makes all the visitors smile,
But He has been without a tongue for quite awhile now.
His tongue, I think, was made of red plastic, long as can be,
And I find it quite upsetting that a tongue I cannot see,
So I’ll buy some bright red wool, crotchet madly away
And so give him a new tongue one cold and frosty day.
Now the only problem that I can see is getting it to stay,
A nail or wire or make it long enough in some way
So we can tie it round his jaw, or down his throat
But he will have a tongue soon I have no doubt.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 20 October 2006