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!