(To the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)
Bertie the last black rhino,
Had a very pointy nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You would not believe it grows.
All of the other species,
Used to laugh and say mean words,
They never let poor Bertie,
Join in their savannah herds.
Then one sunburnt Christmas Eve,
The warthogs came to say,
“Bertie with your nose so stout,
Won’t you dig our tubers out?”
Then all the other species,
Did admire Bertie’s horn,
And they would then protect him,
So poachers you have now been warned!