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With time to kill, I hit the zoo And mingled with the tourists, who Took selfies near the sea lion pool, Behavior I’d not ridicule. But what I did find quite amusing And, at first, a bit confusing, Was the focus of a crowd Which oohed and aahed both long and loud. It was a squirrel up a tree, With tail that twitched for all to see; Yet penguins, lemurs, grizzly bears Did not attract those types of stares. Perhaps if I lived in a place Where squirrels didn’t dash and race, I, too, would grin in pure delight At such a common New York sight.