In honor of this festive day, I have composed a couple more Pangolin Carols.
(To the tune of "Angels We Have Heard on High")
See these creatures sheathed in scales,
Resting here upon the ground
Safely curled up in their tails,
Armored forms wrapped up so round
O, Pangolins! Manis Gigantea
By night forage for a while,
Digging with their mighty claws
Sticky tongues so extensile,
bring ants to their toothless maws
O, Pangolins! Manis Gigantea
(Yes, I fudged a bit on the pronunciation for "extensile," but I just couldn't resist. Also, I discovered when looking up original lyrics that the original song seems to just repeat and drag out the "glo" part of "gloria" rather than have an "O" as I have here, but I didn't much care for the idea of suggesting people sustain the syllable "pan" in the same way.)
-- and since that one was pretty short, here's another --
(To the tune of "Away in a Manger")
Far off in East Asia, these creatures do roam,
Some living up in trees, most calling ground home.
Their scales offer shelter from beasts that would eat,
These wonderful mammals that find ants a treat.
By day they lay sleeping, in tightly curled balls,
Their scales keeping them safe, like fortified walls.
At night they seek ant hills, or large termite mound,
Their sticky tongues catching bugs found underground.
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