The Giant
They call me a giant I don't know why
In this world I feel so small
For if they keep taking all I have
Then I'm really no giant at all
My home is in China but not for long
For my family will soon disappear
We're only a couple of thousand strong
But we get fewer every year
We eat bamboo, it's what we live for
It's also what makes us live
You're gonna miss us when we're gone
And the joy we could have give
Some people even say that I'm a bear
But I'm a species all my own
With five fingers and even a thumb
Something most has never known
They call me The Giant Panda
Though my black and white is distinct
An endangered species that needs your help
Before I become extinct
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