Behold the Raging Manticore (by Little Hawk)

Behold the raging manticore, most terrible to see
Upon a beach or beyond reach, ensconced in yonder tree
He bristles like a ballyhoo, he hoots and scrapes and snores
At passersby who shriek and shy and faint upon the floor

His fur is coarse and matted, his eyes are small and mean
His feet are brightly spatted, with colors red and green
He does not read the paper, he does not stir his tea
But roars aloud, affrighting crowds, from top of yonder tree

No hunter dares pursue him, no politican either
No birder dares to view him, or penitent mouth-breather
He terrifies the migrant swan, her feathers twitch in haste
As flying by, across the sky, she turns as white as paste

Let's hope the raging manticore, his pleasures to pursue
Comes down from yonder tree and leaves our harbours, says "Adieu!"
Then all will rest more easily, to know that he has gone
To distant lands such as Japan...or maybe Avalon