Hey, Mac, what is that?
Spikey things all down his back?
Whoa! Joe! I dunno,
Betcha he could hurt us, though.
 
Right.  Look! Those sharp ends…
Bet he don’t have many friends;
Yeah. So, how does he
Um, you know…well..er, Gee…
 
He he. Mac, you a mess!
I don’t know, but, um, I guess
They real careful or they could
Hurt each other pretty good.
 
Yeah. Well, what I think:
Why the heck aren’t they extinct?
Uh oh, Joe, here he come.
You can stay, but I gon run.
 
Stop, Mac! You fergot—
We can stop ‘im wid one shot;
Then, he’ll BE ex-tinct
‘Cause our stink is real distinct!