Basking in the warmth the hot sun brings,
The lizard lies still, soaking up the heat.
A nice flat rock that surely can't be beat,
and kind song that the chorus of birds sings.
His skin is rough, he knows it will not burn
These are the kinds of things a lizard gets to learn.
As the day drags on, the docile reptile succumbs to lethargy
To sleep in the sun is truly bliss.
His blood runs cool, those strong rays unable to raise the enthalpy
These are the moments no lizard wants to miss.
The saurian joy of summer,
has reached it's height.
It will be a bummer,
When winter returns with it's blight.
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