Sta.sh
If you're given to animals
Or things with eyes
Or those little hoppers
Who like to eat fries
Get your parents
And take a drive
to the animal-ium
On Sully-way drive.
It's a little shack
Perhaps a bit bigger
With animals small
Or at least interesting
I figure
Things small and wild
And with odd aromas
Covered in feathers
From snow white palomas
Who hop and skip
And croak and flip
Who can find their way
Into any skif
They wiggle around
In your back seat
And into your heart
For you to keep
They follow you 'round
From dusk till dawn
From four to ten
And sometimes on
You hop and skip
And they do the same
Forever content
To play your game
They grow with you
Until one day
You've outgrown them
But it turns out
they've stayed the same
So they quietly leave
and return to their pens
Hopping and skipping
With their Sully-way friends
On Sully-way drive
They await a friend
A new one who
Will play again
Who'll hop and skip
And jump and flip
And love them so
With their canny wit
Until one day
When it happens again
They return back home
To await another friend
But don't be sad
that's how they are
The little friends
From the Sully-bazaar.
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