Tyrannosaurs really get my goat.
They always tip my sailboat.
For several hours I have to float.
Once I rammed into a moat.
Yes you may use my quote.
Tyrannosaurs should never vote.
Upon their own kind they do dote.
They never wear an overcoat.
Too sensitive, they often emote.
Memorize this here antidote.
Crazy baggage these beasts do toe
Sure, you can quote me by rote.
The key thing is, my friend, they gloat.
They steal your heart, they float your boat.
They get too sensitive, they weirdly emote.
Tyrannosaurs really get my goat.
Big old saurus, brontosaurus, allasauaurus too
You’ll never see a single one in a park or in a zoo
Long ago they roamed the earth when everything was green
Now they are only fossils; that’s all I‘ve ever seen
Everywhere were very many on the land and in the sea
And even flying dinosaurs that could perch upon a tree
Some were truly monstrous or very, very tall
Others were so tiny they could run up any wall
The kings were mighty tyrannosaurs, huge teeth in gleaming white
They were so big and fast that they won most every fight
In the sea were fearsome sharks and dangers everywhere
It wouldn’t be safe to sail or swim if you were living there
You’d probably be a little snack for some ferocious fish
Or maybe you would taste real good in an allosaurus dish
So be real glad you are living now, not with them back then
Enjoy your life with deer and cows and seagulls at the beach
And be real glad the dinosaurs are truly out of reach
COPLA 95 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Tyrannosaur State eats rebel states
Even if its peoples’ stomachs ache :
Pollute pumped gas
Some toddler states like to lie in crates
Full of Tyrannosaur shells and cake :
Jiving to jazz
Others congregate to make war
On tyrannosaurs decrepit :
Born ennemies
While our mighty Tyrannosaur
Falls all by itself into cesspit :
Making babies
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014