There Go the Sundersons
There go the Sundersons, someone said with a laugh
It was Norris, the notoriously crotchety old man giraffe
The triplets, riding their bike, a sight to see said a frog.
The ostrich twins were irritated now, chased by a dog.
They are so identical, I wonder if they share a brain said one.
I was not amused, being a twin, this bullying is not fun.
Maybe you share a brain with their triple bike, I said.
The Sundersons rode by, and one yelled out “Hi Ned!”
So Ned was his name, and now being an enemy was his game.
He glared at me hard, and I did exactly the same.
The Sundersons are hard to tell apart, said Norris, you have to admit.
I did not like hearing this either; I did not like it one bit.
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