At the zoo, he greets each beast with glee,
His mind is hazy, a clouded affair,
The monkeys think he's one of them, you see!
He feeds the lions, a hot dog for the three,
They lick their chops, but he has a flair,
At the zoo, he greets each beast with glee.
With cotton candy stuck atop his knee,
He sways to tunes in the vibrant air,
The monkeys think he's one of them, you see!
He starts to dance, moves wild and free,
The penguins watch with a quizzical stare,
At the zoo, he greets each beast with glee.
He puts on a show, forgetting the key,
A zebra rolls eyes, it’s too much to bear,
The monkeys think he's one of them, you see!
By day's end, he laughs, “What a spree!”
With critters all learning the art of despair,
At the zoo, he greets each beast with glee,
The monkeys think he's one of them, you see!
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