Imaginary Zoo

     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.