If Platypi Could Fly

If Platypi could fly they would burrow in a tree.
Build a nest of stolen washing, and invite us there for tea.

They would stay up late at night and frolic near the stars,
Use their duckbill sensors to see things near and far.

Hungry baby puggles, safely curled up in their nest,
Would wait for Mum’s return, then they’d cuddle up and rest.

When they got a little older they would swoop down through the air,
And play with human children, causing giggles everywhere.

Perhaps they’d let us tickle them on their little feet.
Perhaps we’d feed them fairy bread and tell them that they’re sweet.

When they left their mothers’ nest, we’d show them where we stay,
They’d pick a tree that’s quite nearby and visit every day.

But Platypi can’t fly, they only like to swim.
That’s why they’ve got webbed toes at the end of every limb.

They like to dig in riverbanks and hang out by themselves.
Then hunt for food like crayfish. In the mud they delve.

We can still be friends, though, by keeping rivers clean,
And helping vegetation grow, near waterways and streams.