The Tyrannosaurus Rex, was the Dinosaurs King.
His mouth was full of terrible teeth and he’d eat most anything.
Now the ancient Rule of the Jungle is part of natures plan,
Animals will eat animals, right down to modern man.

Rex went looking for lunch one day, down a jungle trail.
He happened upon the nether end of a Brontosaurus tail.
Learned scientists tell us that “Brontos:” weren’t very bright.
with small heads, tiny brains, too large to keep out of sight.
But this particular Bronto was that exception that proves a rule.
Exceptions to rules, made us all from the slime in an ancient pool.
The Rex was feeling peckish, so he grabbed the protruding tail
and pulled a protesting Brontosaurus out of a patch of Kale.

Our Dina was a Dinosaur, with more on the ball than most.
She had no particular ambition to be, Rex’s cheese on toast.
So she said in a tiny voice, belied by her massive size.
“Oh large and terrible Rex, Oh king of the jungle trail,
please let me go, don’t eat me and I’ll tell you a cautionary tale.”
The Rex was a little bit thick, as most nasty bullies can be,
so he said “OK, my pretty maid.” And sat down under a tree.
Dina curled her tail around; she fluttered her eyes at him
Taking her time to gather her thoughts sat down on a fallen limb.
She looked at the hungry Rex and asked if he were able
to tell her the names of his favorite fruit and favorite vegetable.
He gave a nervous jump and said with a sort of a sneer.
“I hate all veggies, horrible veggies, nasty and yuchy and bleah!”
“No, I don’t have a favorite veggie but I do have one that I hate.
It makes me sick just looking at it lying all green on the plate.
The worst of all of the veggies, the one that I hate the most,
is the one known as Broccoli trees, which tastes like wool on a post”

“Oh dear, oh dear,” said Dina. “How strange, how strange indeed;
for broccoli is my favorite food, its all that I ever need.
I eat it for dinner and breakfast. I eat it for lunch and tea.
In fact if you want to know the truth, all I’m made of is broccoli.
“Oh no.” said the hungry Rex, “How could that ever be,
for me to catch a lovely lunch and it’s made of broccoli.”
So Rex stomped off in a huff. “I can’t waste time.” said he.
“I must find lunch, a juicy lunch but not made of broccoli.”
Dina gave a dinosaur chuckle and smiled from ear to ear.
“I’m sorry Rex, that you cant stay to lunch so I’ll bid you adieu, my dear.”
The moral of this dinosaur tale is as plain as a tail may be.
Always eat your vegetables up and Rex, wont have you for tea.

 
 
David Garlick, Victoria, July 1990