The little Rhino

A pink sac and then a blue
It looks well my rear end view
Sliding gently and out it comes
Mother walks off
Fingers and thumbs
Her babies legs too weak to rise
Perfectly formed though
The pewter guys
Great big ears a perfect soul
And his mum so clearly in control

Her huge great horn seems in the way
A samurai sword on the birthing day
Swinging here and swinging there
She licks its backside unaware
That horn is swinging back and fro
But misses the baby who seems to know
Already she’s found her mothers breast
And on her milk he does ingest
Rich and creamy clearly he
Knows its real fresh actually

He is stronger all the time
A better colour as he does climb
Up on his legs are stronger still
Now that he has had his fill
Clearly he is his mother prize
Really quite a lovely size
She fussed over him a while
But now looks as if he could run a mile

This miracle of life we saw
Nobody dare ere ignore
A perfect rhino tiny size
And there he is before our eyes
Another horn will one day grow
And the Chinese quacks will want to know
Lets hope he doesn’t end up that way
Slaughtered for his horn one day