He only breathed his fire

in situations dire.

He really was a gentle mate,

despite his movie mental state.

A monster can be less than fun

when people shoot him with a gun.

So, one day when he lumbered by,

he thought he heard a bird’s soft cry.

A robin baby in a nest

poked up its head at his behest.

“You seem a little hungry, fellow.”

(Godzilla on this day was mellow.)

The giant said he’d be right back

and went off looking for a snack.

Whenever he bent close to ground,

he’d make that loud Godzilla sound.

Just when his hunger needs got dire,

the little bird heard monster fire.

And here he came, chef of the day,

with steaming piles of worms flambe’.