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I’m the king of the dinosaurs, number one reptile,tyrannosaurus rex can’t touch my style.I’m dressed to kill, got the sharpest suit,
The night was as dark as an ink well,For the moon had gone visiting elsewhere,But by the scuffling sounds around me,I knew there was someone there.
My love is like a well-read bookwhich makes me smile each time I look.It shouts and whispers, roars and singsit grounds me and it gives me wings.
Who will bring me the hush of a feather?“I,” screeched the Barn Owl. “Whatever the weather.”
Who will bring me the shadows that flow?“I,” snarled the Tiger. “Wherever I go.”