The Aardvark Poem by George Hunter

A strange animal, the Aardvark
He do not meow, he do not bark.
He never raves and never rants
He just sits there and slurps up ants
And he likes to do this in the dark.

He has big claws upon his feet
And a huge tail which is really neat
A very large ear
With which to hear
And a sticky tongue with which to eat.

He has such a pointy face
He must come from outer space.
But he has lots of fun
In the dictionary he's No.1
That's what I call first place.