I have the trunk of an elephant
To scratch my back when it itches
And the stripes of a stately zebra
On the back of my furry britches
I have the stripes of a tiger
As never seen in the wide savannah
And the neck of a gentle giraffe
To reach the highest banana
You may laugh at me when you look
But I beg you sir, look closer
It would be to your detriment
To write me off as a poser
For who can reach as far below
Or as high in the trees as I?
Who can fight like a tiger
Or give you a kick in the eye?
Yes I cheated a little. I wrote a poem. He just looked like he would speak in rhyme.
Don’t judge me!
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