In a fresh old forest, on a quiet little log,

lay a prickly little fellow with spikes on his bod.

His scales of grey are glorious and as clean as glass. 

On his rough, grey head sit a peculiar piece of grass.

They call him a Bearded Dragon and Beardie for short, a magnificent sensation,

And he’s on a mission . . .

He leaps off his little log, and sprints to the nearest tree,

Inside lies a hatchling of pretty little birds, each a tiny more feathery.

They scream and shout, “Mumma come feed me!”.

A shadow appears behind Beardie, and off Beardie goes.

He climbs off of the massive tree, and hurries to the nearest collection of rocks,

Under he climbs with his somewhat giant body, then he stops.

For all, he could see was a baby snake, hissing “Mumma please come feed me.”

A hiss came from the top of the burrow, and off Beardie goes.

Out he climbed from under the rock, and sprints to the nearest bush,

He weaves his way through the branches and leaves, it is a hard push.

Inside all he finds is fur and a light smell of kangaroo.

He hears branches breaking and a hopping sound, and off Beardie goes.