The Friendly Crocodile
As the writer in residence in prison, I am there to inspire them to write
A story for 6 year-old children has got them hooked each night
The story right now is a poem, a poem with a sort of a twist
Its purpose is decorum and manners, these things are so often missed.
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A crocodile born in Nigeria, was sad and lonely all day
Born with no wallies to eat, to kill or hunt its prey.
It saw no future in Africa, life was really so sad
No friends came to play on the Niger, yet he was really so good and not bad.
A migrating swallow then spoke to it. It came from the old river Nith
It told of friendly people, Doon Hamers, their Kin and Kith
So the Crocodile swam and it swam, it swam and swam every day
The water grew colder and colder, then it reached the shores of Solway
From there to Dumfries was a doddle, it found home on a bank at Lochside
And a friend aged five, called Colin, met him each day at low tide
To make himself really useful, Colin asked if he’d do a few jobs
Like clean the river of rubbish, of prams and mobiles and knobs
The Police were exceedingly happy. Lost property lay on the banks
Most was returned to their owners with varying degrees of thanks.
The town’s regular winter flooding got the council greatly involved
But dredging was in the Croc’s nature, so the floods were permanently solved
Early every morning, between the hours of two and three
The Croc would leave the river and the town he’d go to see
His sharp claws scraped the streets, the Chewing gum did vanish
And with his tail he wiped away, Graffiti words to banish
At lambing time each year, farmers counted all their flocks
Exposure to rain and frost claimed some, for others hungry hawks
Some fell into the Nith, wandering through a fragile fence
But the Crocodile scooped up many, thus saving farmers pence
Then quite by chance the Croc discovered his wallies were now growing
This put at risk the boys and girls who used the Nith for rowing
So Colin said that home is where he now should spend his days
But thanks to him, the Crocodile, we’ve learned to mend our ways
The croc has returned to the Niger and he’s happy to greet all he meets,
He tells of his days in cold Scotland and the mornings he cleaned up Dumfries.
But this tale is more than a story, a lesson to learn this day.
Keep your town and river tidy, its good to look that way.
For if you don’t remember then guess what we will find?