The Terror of a Dactyl

The terror of a Dactyl,

as it comes flying towards you,

is all yours, not theirs;

the hairs may stand up

on the back of your neck,

but a Dactyl just sees a meal

standing there, frozen,

but without the need to defrost it

before consuming –

best by—

e bye!

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