A new story... perhaps

"There once was a lizard, so scaly and green,
so ornery and ugly and smelly and mean.
He'd stalk through the forest on Saturday night,
just looking for something delicious to bite.
Sometimes he'd eat rabbits, sometimes he'd eat squirrels,
he'd eat little boys and he'd eat little girls.
And after he'd eaten, he'd hiccup and smile,
oh he was a scoundrel, that scaly reptile.
One Saturday night, the old lizard was creeping
and came upon something that seemed to be sleeping.
The cute little critter had cute little feet
he looked very yummy- delicious to eat.
And there he slept sweetly, with tightly-closed eyes
the lizard would never have guessed the disguise.
For the critter he thought to be taking a nap
was really just acting as bait for a trap!
And before the old lizard could take half a bite,
he hung upside-down on that Saturday night.
And soon that old lizard had started to wiggle,
he laughed and he snickered, he chuckled and giggled.
The cute little critter, and all his friends too,
tickled the lizard until he turned blue.
He laughed and he laughed down until his last breath,
and the grumpy old lizard was tickled to death.