Sometimes I am so sorry that my papa is a king,
It’s really most annoying and hurts like everything
To have the little girls and boys all want to run away,
For if I am a Lion prince, I’m a baby, anyway!
Some jungle boys, by mischief made quite bold,
Once took the baby Tiger, so we’re told,
And in broad stripes they smeared his coat so ne,
And ’round his neck they hung a “Fresh Paint” sign.
This monkey thought the Leopard’s spots
Were pasted on for polka-dots,
He asked her how much it would cost
New ones to buy if those were lost.
In her red and white gown Miss Weasel’s so pert
We are very afraid she’s a gay little irt;
She is fearful of no one—beast, reptile or man,
Just winks and cries gaily: “Catch me, if you can.”
This dapper young chappy is Dude Ocelot,
With coat trimmed in many a dash and a spot;
He’s graceful and elegant, sly, too, as well,
Just what he’ll do next no one ever can tell.
The chetah is a great big cat
But very quick, for all of that,
She’s cunning but she’s gentle, too,
And if you’re good she’s good to you.
The little Bobcat and Canadian Lynx
Just must be related (so everyone thinks).
Except for their ears they’re alike as two pins,
And look every whit as if they were twins.
A dainty, fastidious man is Lord Otter
Who can live just as well on land as in water,
He’ll eat but the akiest part of a sh,
And this he considers his favorite dish.
“It really is a bother to be sought by everyone”
The vain young Ermine boasted. “Why, it keeps me on the run
To get away from kings and queens and peers and ladies great—
It truly gets me all fussed up and in a dreadful state.”
Young ferret, detective, said: “I’ll show you where
To track the bold rabbit right into his lair.”
Then he never saw bunny right under his eyes,
But went swaggering o looking wondrously wise.
“Now, Johnnie, my child,” said wise Mamma Sable,
“When you see a trap run as fast as you’re able,
Or else, ere you know it, your skin will be gone
As a beautiful fur for some lady to don.”
Mother opossum says she’d like to ask
Just why other mothers should nd it a task
To care for one baby. Why, here she has four,
And there’s plenty of room on her tail for some more!
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