The Western Whiptail,

Has a very long tail,

And I can tell,

Why he’s called a Whiptail,

Looks rather swell,

Crouched in the Dale,

Blends in quite well,

Next to the trail,

Colors quite pale,

Good sense of smell,

So small and frail,

Thin as a nail,

If I could shrink,

To a small size,

That tail’d whip me,

And make me cry.