The River Crossing

On the banks of the swollen river

a thousand Wildebeast stomp

but lurking in the water

the Crocs prepare to chomp

gathering up their numbers

Zebra join the throng but

even the dumbest Wildebeast

know that this is wrong

and so with the river raging

and the current fast and strong

the herds plunge in the water

hoping this ain't taking long

the crocs begin a zoning

on the old, weak and young

then biting and an a snapping

the river runs with blood

as the tired stripey Zebra

tries escaping in the mud

Wildebeast gives second glance

as he struggles onto the bank

but the Crocs begin their tossing

of the Zebras ample flank

their teeth all sharp and freshly honed

reward for brushing and a flossing

Wildebeast looks and shakes his head

(cos he knows the poor thing is dead)

I tried to tell him to go back ... this is not the Zebra crossing !