Tobago Natures Rare Treasure
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This poem is shared with you,
From an isle that's pretty and tropical too;
Only two seasons are experienced here,
Just the sunny and rainy we have all year.
Crabs and Dumplings are a favourite down,
And Tobagonians eat lots and lots of fish;
Excellent describes our chicken stew,
The cuisine is delicious and nutritious too.
Tobago's flora and fauna are quite unique,
Quite satisfying if those who seek;
Who seek gorgeous flowers and birds that are rare,
Are joyful in experiencing what we see here.
From Crown Point to Charlottesville there's variety,
Our island is crowned with majestic beauty;
Its only one hundred and sixteen miles square,
Yet there's much to see that's lovely and dear
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