Wonder what the spots are for It has a "foreskin" to protect its head And a pseudohead on its hind end A closer look at Mr. Skink Five-lined skink suns himself Another oddly colored slug A caterpiller had a taste I see a moon arisin' One spicy thistle Very cold all week but warmer today Hmmm. Front legs extend beyond those claws! Who is eating whom? Soon to follow Like a tiny artichoke It blends in well, doesn't it Be glad they're not 50 feet tall Slug collectors, take notice The show begins on a patriotic note Some come for the chicken dinner . . . More curtain Bringing down the curtain As scary as it looks They didn't run over him, though No, it's not bait Not something you see every day Ho, ho, ho below! It's called a spin Sideways and smoking, near the ground There it goes Is there gas in it? Almost stopped at the top of the sky Just upside down now