Plant eaters of the world, we salute you

The T-Rexes weren’t so tough, couldn’t get it on
One little cold spell and they bit the dust
Survival of the fittest and the Herbivores won
We warmed to the Ice Age while the rest went bust

So me and Barry the Bronto, the last of our breeds
We’re never in one place, we roam from jungle to forest
with a hup two, three, four, dress it up, two, three, four
Searching for a verbosari or two to nibble for breakfast

And then we espy a gringomere herb that we’ve not tasted in years
Jurassic Park! There’s a girl using it as a sun bed
And she’s got a hundred and one guardians around her
Times like this us herbies wish we were T-Rexes instead