The Drowsy Gecko

The heat is a zapper/An energy tapper/And when you’re tapped out little gecko

Your consciousness skids/As you nictitate lids/And blur out the bright and its echo

But a danger will rouse you/A scent will undrowse you/And you’ll make your suckerfeet scamper

And a crevice or crack/Has your pebblestrewn back/And you’re once again one happy camper