Once upon a time
When I was quite little
My mother took me to the zoo
Among bark, cold and brittle
We had to bundle up
For the air was quite chilly
We were off on an adventure
None of this seemed silly
The parking lot was packed with cars
As people filed through the turnstile
When I made it to the other side
My face and eyes did smile
There were critters everywhere
Some furry and big; some scaly and small
I stopped and stood for a time
When I approached the best one of all
I noticed it lying in the brush
Its fur was spotted in many spots
I heard it meow instead of roar
It was a beautiful ocelot.
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Very nice!
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Thank you, John!
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No zoo in my youth; we would’ve had to travel faaaaar to see anything more exotic than the raccoons and crows out behind the house. Thank good ness for TV’s Zoorama.
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Aww, that’s kind of sad. I loved zoos when I was a kid… these days, I only go to zoos that are more rescue/rehab than profit.
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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