Rhyme Time Vibrant Animals

Pardon me, please lend me your ear. The village absconded, abandoned in fear.

So rippity-dip slippery and cold. Holy smokes, where’s my hat and my blokes?

Blow the bugle, blast the foghorn. Run from hunters, don’t be forlorn.

I barely get any sleep in the summer. Forage, stalk, and search for more porridge.

A mythical merlin wizard. Chirping, stooping, and stones grinding in gizzards.

Pounce, bounce, sprint, dash and hide. Bewitch-wiggle my nose, tickle your toes.

Jump out of my way, don’t stumble or rumble. Dash, hide and be humble.

Elegant, evasive, electrifying energy. Soft footsteps treat my tired legs tenderly.

Prance in the jungle, dance in the rain. Pound my chest loudly, protect my domain.

Kick up some dirt, dust, and debris. Race ‘round corrals so they’ll set me free.

Spy from a perch, peek from the trees. I hide in hollows to escape bumble bees.

Grunt, strut, roam all year long. Travels, smiles, I’ve been walking for miles.

Tiptoeing icebergs, hunting salamandering seals. Sunsets don’t lose their appeal.

Lanky, lean, laughingly tall. Learning to limbo with limbs all akimbo.

A colorfully voracious herbivorous peaceful beast. Yum yum for my tum tum.

I’m a hip hipster. A slop-flop, top-romp, river-smashing, tiny-toed mister.

You’re a nice kitty-cat. Go play over yonder with yellow yarn before I yell.

Eyes with binocular laser-light, hocus-pocus focus, and a bright bending beak.

Mayhem, madness, a silver moon in the sky. Not a flippant fox, nonetheless sly.

Zoos, zebras, zany xylophone zippers. I prefer hooves for my feet, not slippers.

Wiggle, jiggle, but don’t spill a single drop, when sipping hot tea between tusks.

Parading in watercolor safaris with whiplashing waves of my whiskery tail.

Bonkers, bananas, gerrymandering jungles. Leaves, berries, and anything fungal.

The End

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