The black rhinos story

It’s our planet too, trudging through grasslands is what we do… 

Found in desert, grasses or forest zones, for most of us left, South Africa is home.
With our stumpy legs and saggy knees we’re a popular sight for tourists to see.

We have two horns and a funny hooked lip, we look pretty slow, yet we’re surprisingly quick.
Our name says we’re black but we’re actually grey, it really is best to stay out of our way!

 We’re hostile beasts and sometimes we fight, to win our mate we use all of our might.
With our double horns and armoured skin, every battle we face we are likely to win.

We live on our own and can be a bit brash, but a group together is called a ‘crash’;
We mark out our patch by spreading our dung, then off to the watering hole when we’re done.

At dawn and dusk we munch and graze, but in the heat of the day we just like to laze.
We love to wallow and the mud is such fun, it protects us from flies and the burning sun.

There’s often a tick bird upon our skin, they nibble the insects so that’s a win-win! 
Our eyes are quite small and we can’t see well, we rely on our ears and great sense of smell.

A once common sight on the African plain, but sadly now few rhinos remain.
We were hunted for years as we’re easy prey, our bulky size meant we could not get away.

Still we are poached for our valuable horns, a sought after product despite all the laws;
Some folks believe it improves their health, for others it’s simply, a symbol of wealth.

There’s been such a fall in rhino numbers, we must act now to stop all the hunters.
We deserve a home outside of the zoo, after all it’s our planet too…