Sometimes I feel like an ancient dinosaur
born before time began, living in a swamp
out of synche with modern life just wading around,
resting and eating plants in an outdoor camp.
But there's always that Tyrannosaursu Rex about
the meat eater who would love to clamp his jaws
into my fatty drumsticks and have a dino feast.
If I see him coming, I'll submerge deep down.
Life is really quite simple, eat, drink, sleep,
avoid the beasts, lay low in the water bubbles
It couldn't get any easier, but wait the climate
is changing, getting drier. This could bring trouble.