One day I was feeling in-Seuss-ant. This was the result:
We’ll take a trip this afternoon to
Imaginary Zoo.
It’s a place where all the animals
are created by you!
Some critters look familiar and
some look really scary.
Some have very wrinkly skin and
some are very hairy.
The first we saw took tickets, a
mean old Crocagator.
“Sir,” we said, “if you’ve had
lunch, would you save us for later?”
“Well, I suppose,” his big jaws
snapped, his round eyes looking shifty,
“If I eat young ones after lunch, I
don’t feel so nifty.
Stay on the path, never stray, don’t
get the urge to roam,
And no matter how much they beg,
don’t take Chim-pansies home.
The Flutterby will be your guide,
follow her electric wings.
She’ll blink red and green to guide
your way and pink when you ask her things.”
The lights blinked green. We began our walk, and then the lights
blinked red.
There it was, part skunk, part
camel, blocking the path ahead.
Stand back and let the Skamel
pass, Flutterby seemed to say,
He never drinks and really
stinks and has a tendency to spray.
He’s lumpity, bumpity, down
right humpity and self conscious about his looks.
But the terrible smell that he
gives off puts him in the record books.
We realized now that Flutterby
could communicate without speaking.
The thoughts transferred from her
to us while Skamel did his reeking.
The path was clear, but not the
air, as we picked up the pace.
We had to hurry around the bend to
see the Chick-aroo race.
We watched them as they hopped
along, each big, feathered Chick-aroo.
If you eat the eggs that those hens
lay, I hear that you’ll bounce, too.
The race was close, so they asked
the judge, the Aunt-and-Uncle Eater.
Few disagree with what she says
since she’s a family deplete-r.
We’ll go to the lake,
Flutterby said, to visit the Eel-ophant.
You don’t have to worry about
this one’s diet. He eats only plants.
He was long and round and fat and
gray, floating in repose.
Then we heard a giggling sound as
he sprayed us with his nose!
Look, up in the trees, jumping
about, pocket-sized chim-pansies,
With flowers on their heads, long
curly tails and fur that made us sneeze.
“Take us home,” they begged as they
pulled our clothes, “Forget about the rules.”
As we sneezed and sniffed we told
them, “No, do you take us for fools?”
You’re at the gate, Flutterby said. I hope I’ll see you soon.
You can visit the zoo during nap time on any afternoon.
Flutterby was off, floating on the
breeze so calm.
What a day! What a place!
What an adventure! We can’t wait
to tell our Moms.
