The Pangolin Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The pangolin has a scaly chin and a terribly pointy nose
In his scaly skin beats a heart of tin and he squeaks wherever he goes

He loved to play on a mandolin that puts a grin on his face
And he swallows a Mickey Finn, he does, he's one of the armoured race

He lives the life of a Bedouin, like the rest of his kin, he'll travel
He's as clever's djinn, with an eye like a pin, his temper will fast unravel

It would be a sin, should the pangolin be lost to the planet earth
Though he isn't cuddly, fluffy or cute, he's an ancient creature of worth