Mr McVee
In the Himalayas way up in a bamboo tree
Lived a solitary panda named Mr. McVee
He was a heifer of his species at fourteen pounds
His body was cuddly-looking, and he made few sounds.
He is a red panda, with an expected life span of eight.
Kind of like a cat or a bear, he thinks bamboo tastes great.
He has a black belly and ebony legs, but don’t pet him.
He does not like to be touched, avoids contact, said Jim.
Jim was the guide for the day, who was telling us about the RP.
Ninety-eight percent of red panda’s diet is bamboo, you see.
He sometimes consumes fruit, insects, and bird eggs too.
He has one more digit on his paw than you.
The red panda heard the talk, and waved to them from up high.
He is not friendly down below, but he felt safe bye and bye.
These humans could not get him up here in his joyful bamboo.
Sleeping seventeen hours a day, his naps are nearly never through.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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