I wish I were a platypus with fur so short and thick
I’d burrow in a hole so deep where I could play some trick
I’d lay my eggs by the edge of a swiftly running stream
Anyone sighting me would think me one more unholy dream !
Now a platypus won’t travel well having but two homes
One is in Australia where the poor thing barely roams
Tasmania is number two, such limits to impose
Upon this small flat footed duck with such a lengthy nose.
I’m glad to say its history’s the oldest ever known
No one can understand reasons why his repute has grown
Perhaps one day this mystery will be resolved at last
And I’ll return to storybooks for versions of the past !