In the murky depths of a Mexican lake, Where the water’s cool and the reeds do shake, Lives a creature with a curious name, An axolotl, with a claim to fame.

With gills on its neck and a smile on its face, It glides through the water with effortless grace, Its limbs like fronds, its skin like silk, A creature of wonder, a creature of ilk.

In the shadows it lurks, waiting for prey, Its eyes like jewels, bright as the day, And when it strikes, it’s with lightning speed, A hunter supreme, a predator indeed.

But there’s more to this creature than meets the eye, For it has a secret, a power to defy, For when it’s hurt, it can regrow its parts, A feat of nature, a work of art.

So let us marvel at this axolotl, A creature of beauty, a creature of soul, For in its presence, we are humbled and awed, By the wonders of nature, by the mysteries of God.