Ole Sabre Tooth
Sabre Tooth
You and I were there upon the ice,
the white crystal paradise,
We fought the Sabre Tooth Tiger Cat,
We fought with fear like cornered Rats,
and some of us survived.
We hunted Woolly Mammoth under the Moon,
did overwhelm and eat it soon,
though some died doing that,
stomped spiked and lifeless flat,
cos death did call the tune.
We learned to plot and persevere,
there was no time for acting *****,
where death walked in a Cat,
no time for getting fat,
ole Sabre loved us dear....
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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