Brown Scales,
Long tails,
For help and attention it does wail!
Too protect itself it rolls up into a ball,
As it hears the predators call
And suddenly it looks very small
And down the hill it rolled,
But us humans hunt it just for a pile of gold
This is wrong, have you ever been told?
Save me please! Says the pangolin sadly
Why must we hurt and hunt it so badly?
Can not we leave it alone and let it live gladly?
Here we shall part,
But remember, always have a big heart
And you will surely see the pangolin population off every chart!
