The poor thylacine, also known as the Tasmanian Tiger, went extinct by the 1930s. Recent claims to have found them again are almost certainly, and sadly, untrue. Anyway, it got me thinking about this beautiful animal. So here is my tribute to the thylacine, and to the great Dr Seuss who should have received the Nobel Prize for Literature. (FYI thylacine is pronounced thigh-la-seen).
Dr Seuss and the marsupial.
“Have you seen a thylacine?”
I have not seen a thylacine.
“What do you mean?
You have not seen a thylacine!”
I do not mean to be so mean.
I have not seen a thylacine.
Is it green, this thylacine?
I do not know.
I have not seen a thylacine.
Is it lean, this thylacine?
I do not know.
I have not seen a thylacine.
Is it keen, this thylacine?
I do not know.
I have not seen a thylacine.
Is it clean, this thylacine?
Does it preen, this thylacine?
I do not know.
I have not seen a thylacine.
Have you seen a thylacine?
Is it green or is it clean?
Does it preen to be serene?
I wish I had seen a thylacine,
Then I too could feel serene.
andyhammondphd 