Please ptell me, Pterodactyl,
Who ptaught you how pto fly?
Who ptaught you how pto flap your wings
And soar up in the sky?
No prehistoric monster
Could ptake off just like you
and pturn and ptwist and ptaxi
Way up there in the blue.
Pray ptell me, Pterodactyl,
Just how you spent your day.
What were your favourite hobbies?
Did you gather nuts in May?
Did you ever throw a nimble dart,
Ptry Karate or Kung-Fu,
Or ptake up stamp-collecting,
Or paddle a canoe?
Were you ever a numismatist,
A ptenderfoot or scout?
Did you join the local chess club?
Did you ever ptickle ptrout?
Did you sometimes perch in ptree-ptops,
Beech or oak or sycamore?
Did the branch snap off and did you
Crash down on the forest floor?
Were you bird or were you lizard?
Ptell me that at least I beg.
And one final thing I ask you –
Did you ever lay an egg?
On one count I must reproach you;
You are difficult pto spell,
Worse than ptarmigan or ptom-ptit,
(Silent ‘p’s’ make spelling hell!)
– by Charles Connell