Super cool doesn't drink tea,

Blue, yellow and small.

Shimmers like a dove in the sea,

It's like a Tor Tor but not in Nepal. 

 

This is a fish, 

It's endangered.

Don't put it on a dish,

Or I'll be angered.

 

They are super small,

I want it in my little lap.

There better than them all,

And I speak no crap.

 

Billabongs, lovely lakes and wetlands,

Too rapidly looking for a hardyhead.

You want to shake their small floppy hands,

But you can’t because they're nearly dead.

 

It likes to eat small insects,

Endangered because of poor waters.

It's destruction that's not by an object,

Harder to breed so less daughters.