lived a herd of duckbill dinosaurs who roamed the water's edge.

in a swamp beside a river, where the land was with thick veg.

and they hooted, up the rivers.

and they hooted, up with reeds.!

and they hooted, up with bellyfulls of water weeds!

now across the rushy river, on a hill the other side.

lived a mean tyrannosaurus with his grim and his grisly bride.

and they shouted, up with hunting!

    and they shouted, up with war!

and they shouted, up with bellyfuls of duckbill dinosaur!

and the two tyrannosaurus is so grisly mean and grim,

couldn't catch the duckbill dinosaurs because they couldn't swim

and they muttered down with water!,

and they mutterd, down with wet,

and they muterd, down what a shame that bridges aren't invented yet. 

now a little comp, found a duckbill egg and stole it from the nest beside the swamp.

and she swam with it..

and she ran with it..

and murmerd, clever me!

and won't the baby comps be thrilled with duckbill egg for..

                    ME..

she dropped the egg in terror, and went running for her life.

from the mean tyrannosaurus and his grim and grisly wife

and the duckbill egg went rolling

and at last it came to the rest

in, off all unlikely places,

the tyrannosaurus nest

now the mother T had great big  jaws and enormous legs

and her brain was rather little and she couldn't count her eggs

and she sang, hatch out, with your scaly little tails. and your spiky little toothies, and your scary little nails.

out hatched babies one and two, as perfect as could be, but mother T was horrified by baby number three.

as she grumbled, he looks weedy. she grumbled he looks weak.

and look his mouth is like a beak!

he just needs feeding up, said dad. and gave the babies some meat. the first two gulped and guzzeld, but the third refused to eat

and he said, im really sorry and he said i simply can't, and he said, this meat looks horrible.

i'd rather eat a plant.

a plant! yelled mom in horror. and dad said, get a grip! his sisters found a name for him, tyrannosaurus drip!

and they shouted,up with hunting and they shouted, up with war. and they shouted, up with bellyfuls of duckbill dinosaur.

poor drip tried so hard to sing along, but the others yelled you got the words al wrong.

for he tooded, down with hunting and down with war! and he tooded, down with bellyfuls of duckbill dinosaur.

drips sisters soon grew big enough to hunt with dad and mum, and they turned on drip and told him: your not fierce enough to come.

                                            and he cried , they've                                                 gone without me!

and he cried, this doesn't feel like home..

i'm going to run away! 

so he ran off to the river, where he saw a lovely sight. a herd of duckbill dinosaurs, all hooting with delight.

and they hooted, up with rivers. and they hooted, up with reeds. and hooted up with bellyfuls of waterweeds.

as he stood there on the bank, a sudden urge took over him, and he jumped in the water..

and discovered he can swim.

and the duckbills came to greet him by the rushy waters edge. and they hooted, nice to see you! and they hooted, have some veg!

and drip who was delighted that they hadn't run away. ate bellyfuls of waterweeds, and played with them all day.