My Kid’s Collection and Poems
Paintings and Poems to help kids learn about these animals
Prints are £5.00 each plus postage. Every print goes out with a poem that is
connected to the animal and all profits will go to
Training Rangers And Saving Animals
Trumpet Loud And Become My Voice
What a world full of wonder, beauty and space
A world full of miracles …. all deserving of a place
You will know who I am with my powerful trunk held high
I am a keystone species under the electric sky
I am a mega gardener…opening up tracts of land
I weave my enormous footprints on the sand
Look into my eyes and you will see
A desperate need for acceptance…and a need to be free
Children of the universe…become my voice
Ivory belongs to elephants and we all have a choice
Stand Tall For Me
Lolloping along…I have the most magnificent view
Browsing from the tree tops is something I love to do
I am pretty awesome and I feel so alive
I am sadly not part of ‘Africa’s Big Five’
My neck is long and I stand ever so tall
When giving birth…my calf has a long way to fall
I am part of the magic of this African Land
So Please little people
Help to stop this destruction from the human hand
Stay Humble Little People
I am handsome and humble and I yearn to be free
With my large curved front claws…I can actually climb a tree
Even wearing my coat of armour…I can still roll into a tight ball
I walk on my hind legs…but even then…I am not that tall
I am the most threatened species to walk on this magical land
I am destroyed for my scales…by the human hand
My scales are made of keratin….the same as your nails
I am definitely not medicine…despite all those ancient tales
My name is ‘Pangolin’ ….and I deserve a better life
Please…please…little humans…stop this strife
Stand By Me
With my muscular body and my handsome and noble head
I love to strut and leave my treads
You will know who I am from my magical horns
I am a ‘Rhinoceros’ ……not a mythical unicorn
Please little humans…I deserve some space
I don’t want to vanish without a trace
My horns belong only to me
They do not belong over the seas
Say no to rhino horn…and just leave me be
I belong in the bush…and I yearn to be free
Roar For Me
I am the King of the bush with my wild tawny mane
I spend most of my evenings stalking game
Surrounded by my harem of girls with their gleaming yellow eyes
We often hunt with an element of surprise
I have earned my right to roam and be free
My bones are my own…they belong to me
I am not a trophy ….to sit on anyone’s wall
My heart beats to an ancient drum and I am majestic and tall
I am the ‘Lion’….a …King…so just let me be
Please little people….no Canned Hunting for me.