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Don’t laugh at a giraffe 
     With his head up in the sky,
For he’s thinking lofty thoughts 
     As those clouds are floating by.

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He contemplates the universe 
     And he talks to passing birds,
But, with his very long, long neck, 
     He looks a bit absurd.

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Don’t laugh at a giraffe.
    He’s the tallest of our beasts
And it’s up there in the treetops 
    That he has his mighty feasts.

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His massive tongue can stretch to reach
    Those leaves high in the trees,
And with his eyes up in the sky
      I wonder what he sees?

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Don’t laugh at a giraffe.
    He is such a friendly chap! 
He doesn’t spend his day in bed 
    But only takes a nap.

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The problem is, if he lies down,
     He finds it hard to rise
And he doesn’t want a hungry lion 
    To give him a surprise.

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Don’t laugh at a giraffe!
    He is patient and he’s kind.
He’s peaceful and he’s gentle -
    Quite different to mankind.

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But, if a nuisance lion attacks,  
    With a grin upon his face,
Giraffe’s the one who laughs the last
     By kicking him in space.

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