Dinoceros, Dinoceros, you’re really rather large.
You are bigger than a sofa. You are bigger than a barge.
You’re grey with greenish areas and lots of purple spots,
And when I know you’re coming over I cook lots and lots and lots.

You swam us once to Paris and we saw the Sacre-Coeur.
We ate cheese with bread and butter, but in France they call it beurre.
We ate so much that afternoon I think I nearly died.
I fell asleep before dessert. You fell asleep outside.

We walked across the beach that night. You showed me all the sky . . .