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Bessie Boo!

The Zoo keeper fussed, he cried and he cussed! For the Elephant, gone astray! “She was there last night!” He said in distress! But isn’t in there today! He looked on high, and he looked on low, The elephant where? Had she to go? She would soon be found, because of her size? No one could miss her, nor believe their eyes? He called her name” Here, Bessie Boo! “Here, Bessie Boo! “Oh where are you?” He called her name, but she’d gone to ground! The elephant then could not be found! He asked the Tiger so wild in his cage? “Have you seen Bessie? The Elephant. (Sage)?” “No growled the tiger” in a very low tone! I am far too busy, chewing my meaty bone! He asked the Giraffe. “Where can she be?” “I’ve my head in the clouds, So I can’t see!” He asked the monkeys, and they did say! “Were too busy playing, so go away!” So he asked the seals, if they did know? “I can tell said one!” “But a fish you must throw?” “I have no fish!” said the keeper to know So the seal then under the water did go! “Oh where oh where can the elephant be? And she is so big, for me to see!” “Has she been stolen?” “Has she then gone?” “Oh Bessie Boo! Please come along?” He asked the Zebras, where she might be, But they raced away with their stripes to see! He asked the parrots. “Do you know where?” But the parrots replied, “We don’t give a care!” So the Keeper did sit and he did cry! For he could not find her, However he tried? But all at once! When his heart was sunk, He felt a cuddle from a big grey trunk! The elephant there, right by his side, To hide and seek, it had then tried. So cuddle and pat upon on the head, The Keeper did warn in kind, and said! “Don’t ever hide from me so then, Or no buns for your tea! Not ever again!”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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