It has potential, but is in need of a rewrite or significant additions as part of the Article Improvement Drive.
Feel free to improve it all you want.
A red light, blinking wavily, flipping inconsistently in the overly dull monotone of succulent expositions. Mostly, heated for rolling, calling out to the seventh recall of an underground open wave-song, crying for no undulating cross spasm, maybe infinitely telling no feast for no telepathic monstrosity.
A Murraburrasaurus is exactly what you would expect it to be. Which, strangely, it isn't.