There once was an Aligator who had no teeth
which made him sad, since he had beef;
with the Zebra that drank from the lake.
He wasn’t a bad-ass,
like all of his friends who grabbed Antelopes,
by their throats, before drowning them
all in a rush.
He was always too busy,
when his Mummy told him to brush.
Then his teeth began to give him grief
and eventually, out they all fell,
now he looked like a baby,
was ignored by the ladies
and still with the Zebra had beef.
The Zebra would mock him;
‘Ha Ha, you fool’ as he refreshed himself with a drink.
The Aligator would hide in the water and cry.
He was sad since he didn’t have teeth.