Whilst sitting in my garden, taking a little air
I heard a rustle in the grass, it really gave a scare
I saw this creepy creature, marching through the grass
It gave me such a horror, shock; I gave a thoughtful gasp
It’s not the thing you see round here, in my Cotswold place
I leapt upon my garden bench, with rather little grace
I watched it slowly waddle by; its jaw was open wide
But as it went out of sight, my heart returned its stride
Now if you’ve read this story, wondering if it’s true
This really is a crocodile, which never made a shoe
It was however stuffed a lot, a taxidermist’s joy
It was a present to my Mum, a very exotic toy.
