We have a little lizard in our room
He scurries up and down throughout the night
And when I try to catch him with the broom
I can't because he scampers out of sight.
He helps us in so many, many ways
He eats the flies and things while we're asleep
I hope he lives for many, many days
And never finds a cause to fret or weep.
The lizard is a funny little friend
He never talks to us but he is there
He's silent, true and loyal to the end
And doesn't ever just pretend to care.
I think such friendship's scarce in modern times,
So've captured Mr Lizard in these rhymes.