In a swamp beside a river, where the land was thick with veg. lived a herd of Duckbill dinosaurs who roamed the water’s edge, and they hooted up with rivers, and they hooted up with reeds and they hooted up with bellyfuls of juicy water weeds.
Now across the rushy river on a hill the other side, lived a mean Tyrannosaurus with his grim and grizzly bride, and they shouted up with hunting, and they shouted up with war, and they shouted up with bellyfuls of Duckbill dinosaur.
But the two Tyrannosaurus so grizzly, mean and grim couldn’t catch the Duckbill dinosaurs because they couldn’t swim. And they muttered down with water, and they muttered down with wet and they muttered what a shame that bridges aren’t invented yet.
Now a little Compsugnathus (but for short we’ll call her Comp) found a Duckbill egg and stole it from a nest beside the swamp, and she swam with it and ran with it, and murmured clever me, and won’t the baby comps be thrilled with Duckbill egg for ….. “T”!!
She dropped the egg in terror and went running for her life from the mean Tyrannosaurus and his grim and grizzly wife, and the Duckbill egg went rolling and, at last it came to rest, in of all unlikely places the Tyrannosaurus nest.
Now the mother T had great big jaws and great enormous legs, but her brain was rather little and she couldn’t count her eggs. And she sang `- hatch out my terrors with your scaly little tails and your spiky little toothies and your scary little nails.`
Out hatched babies one and two as perfect as could be, but mother T was horrified by baby number three, and she grumbled he looks weedy, and she grumbled he looks weak, and she grumbled what long arms and look his mouth is like a beak.
He just needs feeding up, said dad and gave the babes some meat, the first two gulped and guzzled, but the third refused to eat and he said - I’m really sorry, and he said - I simply can’t and he said -this meat looks horrible I’d rather eat a plant.
A PLANT – yelled mom in horror and dad said get a grip, and his sisters found a name for him – Tyrannosaurus Drip, and they shouted up with hunting and they shouted up with war and they shouted up with bellyfuls of Duckbill dinosaur.
Poor Tyrannosaurus Drip tried hard to sing along but the others yelled – You silly Drip, you’ve got the words all wrong, for he hooted - down with hunting, and he hooted - down with war and he hooted - down with bellyfuls of duckbill dinosaur.
Drip’s sisters soon grew big enough to hunt with dad and mum, but they turned on Drip and said you’re not fierce enough to come, and he cried they’ve gone without me, and he cried lackaday, and he cried - this doesn’t feel like home, I’m going to run away.
So he ran off to the river where he saw a lovely sight a herd of duckbill dinosaurs all hooting with delight, and they hooted – up with rivers and they hooted – up with reeds and they hooted up with bellyfuls of juicy water weeds.
As he stood there on the bank a sudden urge took hold of him and he jumped in to the water and discovered he could swim. And the Duckbills came to greet him by the rushy rivers edge and the hooted - nice to see you and they hooted - have some veg.
And Drip who was delighted that he hadn’t run away, ate bellyfuls of waterweeds and played with them all they, then he gazed into the river and he asked them– who o who is that creature in the water? And they laughed and said – it’s you!
The night the lightning crackled and a storm blew down a tree and it feel across the river and the Ts cried out – YIPEEE!
And they shouted – up with hunting, and they shouted – up with war, and they shouted up with bellyfuls of Duckbill dinosaur.
Drips sister stepped up to the bridge but then began to frown, for there in front of them stood Drip who yelled – look out, look down!
And they looked into the water and they each let out a YELP! And one cried Water monsters! And the other cried HELP!
Their mother scolded nonsense and she joined them on the tree, then she looked into the water and exclaimed – Good gracious me!!
The three of them stood trembling and dad said – Get a grip, you’re all of you as drippy as Tyrannosaurus Drip!
He strolled on to the bridge and scoffed – I bet there’s nothing there, then he looked into the water and he jumped into the air!
And how the Duckbills hooted when he landed with a crash, and the tree bridge broke and four Tyrannosaurus went SPLASH!!
And spluttering and clinging to the branches of the Tree they went whooshing down the waterfall and all the way to sea.
And the Duckbills hooted happily, they hooted Hipp, Hipp, Hipp, hooray for the heroic one and only Duckbill Drip!!