I once lived in a place on a river bank in Australia and would sit and watch the platypus in the morning, as I'd drink a coffee.
The elusive, furry platypus, Is a surviving monotreme, Living above and below the water, Of any Aussie stream, Where it lives a pure autonomous life, With a bric a brac design, Made up from bits of others, A sort of animal Frankenstein, With its duck bill mouth and otter foot, And beaver sort of tail, And then it’s got its venomous poison, In a curly black toenail, And, as a mammal, what’s really odd, It lays eggs like a chook… These are reasons I love spotting platypus, When they’re swimming in a brook.
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