Crick, crack, crocodile!

Crick, crack, crocodile,
what bright shiny teeth,
what a fierce, dark smile.

I wouldn’t like to meet you
when you’re hungry or sad.
I’d shout: Mr Crocodile,
I taste very bad.

But I’d be glad to see you
in your jungle, by the river –
strong tail, scaley back,
handsome water-dragon.

Crick, crack, crick, crack, snap!

Copyright: Uncollected poem, © Joan Poulson, used by permission of the author

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