A little creature with a long, thin tail
Came wandering out of a hot hay bale,
With grass straws sticking out between his claws
And a droop of twine hanging from his jaws.
He looked perplexed at his present-day plight
And a tad in awe of the scary sight
As in front of his nose, a tower-block rose
Quite near clipping him upon his toes.
It made him jump when another appeared
With a yelp of surprise he thought… How weird!
His tiny forehead creased up in a frown
‘Cos the land he’d known had turned upside down
While he’d been snoozing, alone in his den
Other fellows like him had changed into men
And what he learned next shook him through to the core…
There was no more room for a little dinosaur!