Manlike beasts,
Eyes on their feet,
You don’t want to meet,
On human flesh it feasts.

Roaming the desert,
Looking for prey,
You could get away,
If you stay alert.

Razor sharp teeth,
Will cut right through you,
What I say next is true,
It’s always nine foot tall, never beneath.

Irritate its eyes,
Or run away,
And live another day,
Just thwart its tries.

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