When the sauropods are coming
Then the ground begins to shake
Can you hear the terrible, terrible
Terrible noise they make?
With feet the size of motorcars,
And legs the size of trees,
They're walking through the forest,
With their great big wobbly knees.
The sauropods, the sauropods
Diplodocus and friends
Imagine sliding from his head
To where his tail it ends
Imagine being mistaken
For a tasty leafy treat,
Imagine being sat upon,
Or squashed beneath his feet.
The sauropods look wonderful
In all the books I know,
But if I could travel back in time
I wonder if I'd go?
Because maybe they're a bit too big,
And less friendly than they seem
And if I saw one in real life
I might just want to scream.