The Crocodile and the Weaver By Estève Bosc-Perreux

In the forest, near a river,

Was placed the home of a weaver.

And in the Egyptian Nile,

There lived a crocodile.

But when he changed habitat,

In the river he sat.

“Hi there, you little bird.”

But that is what the weaver heard:

“Where are you my little baby?”

The weaver responded, “Can I help, maybe.”

“I’m sorry, but you misunderstood.

But can come of your wood

To feed from my mouth’s parasites?”

But scared of this horrible site

The weaver went back to his nest

And had a little rest.

But let me give you another version of this story

To prove that I am better in poetry

To start from eat my parasites:

The bird said, “That seems alright

Until the crocodile felt hungry,

And ate the poor little birdy.