A crocodile ruled an African pond; <br />Beneath the waters he hid. <br />During a drought, the animals came, <br />All “thirsty, ” with their kids. <br /> <br />And while seeking just a little drink <br />To cool their parching tongue, <br />The old croc would launch attacks— <br />Putting them on the run. <br /> <br />But in the end, fate would change— <br />The croc would get his due. <br />The draught won. The pond dried up. <br />And his skeleton laid in view.<br /><br />Walterrean Salley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-conceited-crocodile/
