Can you catch crocodiles with a fishing hook? Can you use a rope to press down its tongue?

Can you thread a rope through its nose? Can you use a hook to pierce through its jawbone?

Does it plead with you repeatedly and say soft words?

Will I make a covenant with you to keep it as a servant forever?

Can you play with it like a bird? How can you tie it up for your little girl?

Can the fishermen who are accompanying them use it as cargo? Can we share it with the merchants?

Can you use a barb gun to pierce its skin and a harpoon to pierce its head?

You put your hand on it and if you want to fight it, don’t do it again.

It is in vain for people to expect to capture it. At the sight of it, don’t you feel scared?

No one so fierce dares to provoke it. Who can stand in front of me like this?

Who will give me something first so that I can repay it? Everything in the world belongs to me.

When it comes to the limbs, strength, and beautiful bones of crocodiles, I cannot remain silent.

Who can peel off its coat? Who can enter between its upper and lower teeth?

Who can open its cheeks? Its teeth are terrifying all around.

It boasts of its sturdy scales, tightly closed and tightly sealed.

These scales and armor are connected one by one, and cannot even breathe through them,

They are all interconnected, bonded, and cannot be separated.

It emits light when it sneezes. Its eyes are like the morning light (the eyelids).

A burning torch and sparks burst forth from its mouth.

Smoke emanates from its nostrils, like boiling pots and lit reeds.

Its breath ignites coal, and flames emanate from its mouth.

It has strength in its neck. Everyone in front of it is intimidating and jumping.

Its flesh is interconnected, tightly attached to its body, and cannot be shaken.

Its heart is as strong as a stone, as strong as a grinding stone.

When it came, the warriors were all frightened, their hearts were flustered, and they all fell into a coma.

If a person uses a knife, a gun, a javelin, or a pointed spear to pierce it, they are all useless.

It uses iron as hay and copper as rotten wood.

An arrow cannot intimidate it to escape. Danshi looks like broken straw to it.

A stick is considered straw. It sneered at the rustling sound of the short gun.

Its belly is like sharp tiles, it passes through the mud like a rake.

It makes the abyss boil like a pot, and the ocean like ointment in a pot.

Its path then shines, making the abyss seem like white hair.

There is no one on the ground as fearless as it was made.

All tall things are despised. It reigns on the proud aquarium.