The Pangolin

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