Oh nobody loves the Rhinoceros much
If you ask the reason why,
They will tell you because of his scaly touch
Or his hard and glittering eye;
But should you ask a truthful man
You will get this quick response:
I do not trust that thing on his nose
Yet a sensitive heart the Rhinoceros owns.
If you doubt it, here′s the proof;
That thing on his nose is for taking stones
He seldom, if ever meets a horse
(It is this that makes him sad)
When he does then it hasn′t a stone in its hoof,
But he would if he did and it had!
And just to bring pleasure to those
Who like to enjoy the natural scene,
He picks up litter on his spike
To keep the forest clean:
And if one day to his habitat
For a picnic you should roam,
He would open a tin should you
Have left your opener at home,
So treat the Rhinoceros as your friend
Though he looks a fearsome sight,
He amply justifies his end
Because his means are right;
And ask yourself, would you do as well
Fulfilling long-felt wants,
If nature had endowed you with