The little tern hovers Awaiting the chance to strike For breakfast of champ.

Few things look fiercer Than a crocodile flaunting Its wide-open jaws.

The trees are lined up As if for a night roll call Goodnight to you all!

It is bubok time A boat with scoop net heads out A challenge awaits.

The warrior cat The cat stands upright Clutching a blade of dry dead leaf A blowpipe warrior!

Across the water She rows her makeshift canoe One stroke at a time.

The light starts to fade The sun has ended its run Rest for the weary.

The pigeon watches As the distant sun ascends Rejoice – a new day!

Oh Mister Tortoise Climbing up the steep incline No sign of Mr Hare.

Like a little dragon Masquerading as a king Long live your highness!