Skink on the Brink

Hello there.  Yoo Hoo!

Yes, I’m talking to you.

I’m a lizard – a skink, known as Stewie the Blue.

I am Stewie the Blue!

I can shout ‘cause it’s true.

And I love to sing songs while I scurry, don’t you?

But I’ve got a hunch,

critters like me a bunch,

so I try to sing softly when looking for lunch:

Come out here for Stewie,

you beetles so bluey,

you crickets, you spiders, you centipedes chewy.

But if I am found

while I’m rushing around,

don’t worry, my tail just pops off on the ground.

It twists and it wriggles.

It jumps and it jiggles,

while I run and hide and I muffle my giggles.

And the tail I once wore?

Well I just grow one more.

I’ve already grown tails number 2, 3 and 4.

But I’ve heard that it’s true,

skinks grow up – just like you.

And my little skink tail will no longer be blue.

So this Stewie the Skink,

is a skink on the brink.

of some changes and that’s got me starting to think.

Though I like being me,

I’m excited to see,

when not Stewie the Blue then just who I can be.