The land of Ling-Tong Boodle
by Michael Healy
Down in the land of Ling-Tong Boodle,
Especially in the forest of Lisbet Doodle,
Lives a prehistoric land,
Where dinosaurs feed hand-in-hand.
Ling-Tong Boodle is a very dark place,
Just not fit for the human race.
With squeaks and creaks and all strange noises,
There is never the sound of human voices.
Bubbling mud and thick smelly fog,
And creatures the size of a twenty-foot dog!
Overhead flies an Archaeopteryx, looking for some prey,
Whilst a Stegosaurus lumbers along, the same route every day.
With long sharp teeth which rip its food in slices,
The Triceratops watches, a meat-chewing Ceolophysis.
I really must get away from here,
I can feel my growing, shivering fear.
But then I turn in my comfy bed,
And gradually awake my sleepy head.
My eyes open wide, it’s all been a dream
Ling-Tong Boodle? Just my nightmare’s scene.
I pull back the curtains and the sun shines for us,
What’s that on the lawn?
It’s a TYRANNOSAURUS!!!!!