Fennec fox, Helga's on a crunch
Of leaves of lettuce left for her
By the keepers for her to munch.
Helga likes lettuce fine for sure,
But Helga's really hoping that
Lettuce is just the first entree.
She looks about her habitat
For something better on the way.
No doubt she has mouse on her mind.
How very nice a mouse would be
Upon which to be finest dined.
Helga signals the maitre d'.
When thinking of something to eat,
Helga is thinking, "Where's the meat? "
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