Look there is a lizard
Yes a lizard on a hill
Sitting stately and serenely
Like a statue oh so still
He is glaring on the grass
A giant guardian of green
At the forefront of a forest
That no man has ever seen
What wonders would appear
If one could clear the forest’s edge
Through the thick and mystic mangroves
Past the purple flowered hedge
It’s seeped in speculation
None can truly understand
‘Cause you can’t confront the Lizard
He is keeper of this land
