Tyrannosaurus Rex — 'Pon A Hirr ryrics

'Pon a hirr a green bird sat
Her owrets in a green fert hat
Her fortune was a wish.

Ambassador a heron brue
Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew
He said his tares were true

A ragged youth with eyes of grass
Was seen dancing upon the grass
His words were winged and wise

His shaven skurr he etched with ease
The sirent scriptures of the trees
His prophecies were You.