Pedro the wild ranger ?

Beyond the wooly wildebeests
Along the muddy track
There’s a wild looking ranger
Lying on his back
Whilst he is very eccentric
“As mad as a hatter’
People tell him he’s too thin
They say he needs to be fatter

So he’s slipped on some dung
Splatted upside down
With his rucksack all stinkin’ 
He wears a frightful frown
Poor Old Pedro was A-hunting hairy hogs
 but he was stopped in his tracks by an army of frogs

You see he had nowhere else to go
These frogs were under his feet
So he tried to jump over them but landed in a puddle of peat
The peat moss is so slippy
Pedro is stuck in the mud
Tho he would love to get out of it
If only he could

He will have to wait until it dries
In the early morning sun
The peat moss it always fries
When the dawn has begun
Then Pedro can get on with his hunting
That is what he know’s best
But he will be stuck there till the morning, so he will have to take a rest