A Day at the Zoo (a poem for four voices)

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    A Day at the Zoo (a poem for four voices)

    I went to the zoo yesterday!
    I went to the zoo yesterday!
    We went to the zoo yesterday!
    We went to the zoo yesterday!

    We saw all sorts of animals!
    We saw all sorts of animals!
    We saw all sorts of animals!
    We saw all sorts of animals!

    I saw the monkeys monkeying around.

    The hyenas made all sorts of laughing sounds.
    The hyenas made all sorts of laughing sounds.

    The baby kangaroo got lost in her mother's pouch.

    But that's okay, because soon she was found.

    The gorillas kept picking at each others' bugs!

    The tigers looked like they were giving hugs.

    The giraffe's neck reached to the top of the trees.
    The giraffe's neck reached to the top of the trees.

    Which is where he ate all the leaves.
    Which is where he ate all the leaves.

    The elephants stomped their humongous feet!
    The elephants stomped their humongous feet!

    Then there was a big stampede!
    Then there was a big stampede!
    Then there was a big stampede!
    Then there was a big stampede!

    The hippos were eating their aquatic plants.

    They were wading in the water at our one last glance.
    They were wading in the water at our one last glance.
    They were wading in the water at our one last glance.

    Something interesting that we did see,
    something interesting that we did see,

    Was that penguins have no knees.
    Was that penguins have no knees.

    The zookeeper told us that we should know better.
    The zookeeper told us that we should know better.

    Penguins knees are hidden by feathers!
    Penguins knees are hidden by feathers!

    (Sigh)
    (Sigh)
    (Sigh)
    (Sigh)

    It started to rain. The heat turned to cold.

    Soon our umbrellas, we had to hold.


    Around the zoo, enough we had roamed.

    We had to leave. It was time to go home.

    Our fun at the zoo, we'll never forget.
    Our fun at the zoo, we'll never forget.

    We'll always remember the animals we met!
    We'll always remember the animals we met!

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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