Platypus
Unlucky dingos cannot be healed,
once you have sensed their electric field.
He has poison come from his spur,
hidden safely under his fur.
She shall lay her eggs when she is older,
and so shall her kids once they are bolder.
Thee shall make sure that thee grab,
every single passing crab.
Now that you know my rhyme,
have a brilliant time.
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