Who Am I
In the bottom of a stream;
In water so pure and clean —
I live, an animal so strange,
Sensitive to every little change.
Just like a duck, I have webbed feet,
But I do not eat a bit of wheat.
I live in a long, dark hole,
But I am nowhere near a mole.
Every so often an egg I may lay,
But I do not fly, night or day.
I even have short, brown fur;
Just like a slinking cur.
When I go out at will,
I find my way with my bill.
My name rhymes with octopus.
I am a platypus;
And God made me so.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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