The male is large and hairy, he is looking for a fight.
The ground is full of craters, he mined them overnight.
He can hear your every movement, tread softly with your feet.
He is feeling mighty hungry, he’s searching for some meat.
Keep really still, there just may be a chance
He may not see you watching him.
His eyesight’s poor, he’s nearly blind.
To eat you he is disinclined.
No need to fear this creature, no need to persecute
A Paramelamorphia is just a bandicoot.
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