Garry was a gecko, not a lizard,

(something ‘bout the scales upon his gizzard)

strutting round with dominating manner

acting like a seven-foot goanna.

“Geckos Rule!” he’d yell and skinks would cower

Garry ruled the rocks, he held the power

munching moths was great and there were millions!

simply paradise for smart reptilians.

One day several monitors came crashing

wreaking havoc, tails and teeth a-flashing

Garry showed the boys his welcome wagon

turned into a fire-breathing dragon!

All the lizards loved their reptile ruler

crocodiles were neat, but he was cooler!

dinosaur was in him – gladiator!

(some said he was really alligator).

Every gecko girl was keen on Garry

still, he couldn’t choose a newt to marry

just like a chameleon he’d fade out

twenty minutes after they had made out.

Garry was a dinosaur – a throwback

plus, he had a trick – his tail would grow back

then the winter came...his rock pile flooded

not the best of times if you’re cold-blooded.

Garry drowned – with no heirs to succeed him

should have let a female gecko lead him

thought he was too clever to be mated

stayed outside – he should have hibernated!

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