In the old, green world, I was king,
With steps like thunder, I'd swing.
Tall ferns, like castle walls, they'd cling,
In that time, I ruled everything.
But now, oh wow, what a change,
Metal beasts, and roads, so strange.
Birds fly high in a constant range,
I feel like I'm in a cage.
Above, there's a never-ending buzz,
And below, the ground, it's all a fuss.
People rush by, never a hush,
In this world, I'm just a stray thus.
But still, I stand, strong and bold,
A story of old, yet untold.
In this world, so new, yet so cold,
I'm the story that's never been sold.
So let them stare, let them see,
The Rex, the ancient mystery.
In this strange world, I'll still be me,
A dinosaur, roaming free.
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