A rare type of creature, he’s found under quilts and covers.

Far from waters, on elevated plateaus pleated with a plaid.

Creeping crawling in the shadows, of his crib canyon.

Squealing with giggles, gulping milk in his native habitat.

You can often be seen, brushing his bright white teeth.

Combing his curly wild locks, capturing a stuffed animal.

An owner of a Snuggle a Saurus would be wise to sing a lullaby.

To whisper words of love, and soothing serenades.

The ancient animal curls twirls, whirls; rests in your arms.

Till the moon rises high, in the dark mysterious sky.

And you lower him down down down into his Daring dreams.