I met a crocodile
with a smile as wide as a mile.
Said I to the crocodile
"what are you doing with that mile-smile?"
Said he to me "I've just had a tasty tourist!"

He looked at me with eyes of wist,
"are you a yummy snack?"
I looked him back
"no, Sir Croc, I'm full of grist!"

His eyes of wist, 'came full of mist
"I need my dessert!"
I smiled at him
"how about that woman there? She's lovely and pert!"

His smile of a mile disappeared.
He started to cry,
I asked him "why?"
He said to me "I don't know why."

I reached out a sympathetic hand.
Before I knew it, I was in the sand.
CHOMP! Went he.
Goodbye, went me.