I know not the cataclysms that await my kin,
I fear not the burials, the drownings or the heat,
I have no inkling that a meteor
Will wipe out my race forever.
I hunt for prey as I always do,
I roar with pleasure, I grunt with pain,
I sit with my mate and hear her coo,
I play with my spawn, I kiss them too.
I learn new tricks to catch more food,
I shy, I dream, I stand, I sit,
I never imagine what story,
Eons later, Crichton will knit.
I go hungry at times, and dejected
At the food that runs away from me,
And yet I hope that more animals,
Will come my way, and I will see.
No, I do not know who in the world,
Is mightier than me,
But I, T-Rex, am the most powerful
Thing on the earth to be!
The past has gone, and I rule all I see,
Future's not here yet, so why do I rue?
My mate, she's calling me to her brood,
Good-bye for now, it's time to sleep.
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