Stop the historical revisionism
Stop the historical revisionism
Once upon a time, there was a mom Her name was Mrs. Pteranadon Sitting on her nest she heard scratching and said “Oh boy, my eggs are hatching” One by one her kids popped free Baby Pteranadons, one two three “I’ll name you Tiny, Shiny, and Don” But Tiny said “Wait… what’s that noise?”
Through the ferns and trees, orange she did spy And as she began to focus she made out an eye Fixed right on her and her newborn pups With her husband out she knew time was up With tiny in her beak and shiny clasped up tight As fast as she could she took off in flight Dawn called out “Oh no! Mom please!!” Shiny clipped a branch and fell through the trees Mrs. T couldn’t hold back her shouts She accidentally spit Tiny out By then the T Rex was right upon them It had made a quick snack out of dawn And as it raced towards her other kin She whispered to herself “never again”
“I’ll bring this beast back to my home And raise him like one of our own teach him tolerance and love He’ll be as docile as a dove (She is a time Traveller after all) He’ll grow into a T-Rex Jesus Or T-Rex Hitler if it please us We’ll control his destiny Now are you against or are you with me?”
Mr. T look up and sighed A single tear fell from his eye And he said “No we’ll raise him right And treat him well His attitude, well time will tell But if we can beat nature with nuture Then dinosaur truly is the dominant lifeform.”
“We’re not technically dinosaurs” said Mrs. T
Dinosaur train! (Dinosaur train) Dinosaur train! (Dinosaur train) Shes gonna use (what has she got to lose) The dinosaur train!