Summer’s the time young devils
leave mum
They’re
agile, crafty and want a full tum
If
they’re speedy, and have what it takes
They
may even find a feast of small snakes
They
roam around looking for meat
And
stuff their bellies until replete
A grown up male
can eat a whole horse
Leaving
only bones and the tail, of course
Leave
out your gloves and a rubber boot
Plus
fingers or toes; they don’t give a hoot
Corpses
are thought a luscious delight
Asleep
in your tent? I’d keep watch in the night!
Squabbling,
screaming, shoving aggression
Devils
wreak havoc at each intake session
Cantankerous
males keep their women at bay
I
wanna a fight, seeyabout mother’s day
If
they survive those first months of life
They’re
ready to forage; then look for a wife
Devils
hunt at night in search of their prey
Then
come together from March through May
A
devils den is where they mate
Leave
the kids away or they’ll be ate
They’re
partners for maybe as long as a week
They
calm down a lot; just a special tweak
Twenty
babies born, only four reach a pouch
The
trip’s uncertain, for the rest it’s ouch!
One
centimetre long, totally blind
These
tiny beings have to use their mind
Ma
devil’s no help, she don’t concur
As
this little beast crawls up her fur
It
swiftly fastens onto a nipple
Then
gladly suckers its pet tipple
The
baby grows its pelt by June
A
little devil will materialize soon
Mum
scurries around collecting road kill
Cleans
up the bush with her unique skill
Riding on her back, baby Devils
are bold
They’re
plump and agile and hard to hold
Their
jaws are robust to tear meat apart
Belligerent,
strong, and ready to start
A new round of warfare
confrontational
To
President Bush they’d be sensational.
Ó Margaret Annis 2003
