The crocodile whips her tail
Water sluices from leather scales,
An eye pokes up out from the mire
Sighting the prey that’s her desire.

It cannot run, it cannot hide
With the croc nearby its side.
Wariness now is quite futile
It can only wait to she what she’ll do.

The time has come; her muscles coil
Springs from below, the water boils.
And so death comes in such a manner,
And with a leap, she eats bananner.