With its long, tubular snout, there can be little doubt,
As it shuffles along tall, that it searches for a wall
To excavate by claw and sticky-lick wiggly ants small .

The tail is a dusting broom, the proboscis a vacuum ;
A knuckle-walker, agreed, but don’t be fooled by its speed ;
On knuckles with rustling tail, it can run like an Airedale !

Sometimes called the ant bear
Sporting coarse, stiff gray-brown hair,
A wedge of black shoulder-high ;
The mouth shrunken down small
With a lengua, thin and tall,
To run through tunnels where ants shy .

Wormtongue solidly ant devout,
Sticky saliva pulls them out,
The stomach grinds like a gizzard ;
The front claws are like a sloth,
With hindfeet cut from human cloth—
Gametes touch, just like lizards.

For the penis and testes lie buried,
Intro missed for the babies carried .

*[ WSB ]_.