The Giraffe
The problem with the tall giraffe
His ink spots cover more than half
He puts in stitches most the staff
Yes they all laugh, yes they all laugh.
His knee-high stockings are pure brown
His toes are a long, long way down
His big eyes can see all around
A spotted clown, a spotted clown
Peeks over link fences atop
The ranger his job he won’t swap
An apple a day, he’s no flop
But then the plop, but then the plop
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