Our closest relative, the Chimpanzee Lacks our affinity to be fancy. To them we are but pant-wearing buffoons Who've lost all freedom to shoot the moon.
The Blue Sheep must be ever so sad: For of all the colors in which its clad -- None is blue; there're shades of brown, black, and white, But blue must be symbolic, if judged by sight.
Everyday at an appointed hour the Swamp Deer takes an anti-shower. It hooks its antlers into the muck, and with a twist and shake mud is chucked upward, where it rains down on the beast. It's stinky and slimy, but it's cool, at least.
A Cheetah can beat a Porsche to a hundred. (Imagine the tumble if a clumsy one blundered.) In fact, Cheetah's are so very, very fast that your future is way, way back in its past.
The Donkey 's known to be a stubborn beast, But when one won't move - maybe wheels weren't greased. I've seen angry humans push, pull, and tug, But never give a peptalk or a hug.
The Pelican, when it has formed a group, Is said to be a squadron, pouch, or scoop. I find that naming scheme quite puzzling; Isn't its "pouch" where it keeps soup for guzzling?
I saw a snake had made a gnarly bed -- On logs and stones, its length did curl and thread. Ah, to be comfy on bark's ragged bumps... I wake up when PJ's wad to a lump.