(Introduction)
From the isle of Australia
There’s a fellow I must tell ya’
Who’s so strange; he baffles scholars
A name common in those waters
Little webbed feet like an otter
Swim so neatly through the water
Holds his hind legs straight in line
Paddling front feet all the time
Set to side like boatman’s oars;
Paddles and swims his way to shore
He makes his home among the roots
Where grasses sprout in muddy shoots
(Address)
You have no ears that we can see
It’s clear you are a mystery
Your wife lays eggs just like a goose
You have brown fur much like a moose
You have a bill just like a duck
And swill for yabbies in the muck
Worms and shrimp and swift crayfish
Fill the brim of your dinner dish
That beaver tail I find quite clever
There’s no creature like you ever
Some say you are ridiculous
But I love you Mr. Platypus
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