Lily - Lincoln Park Zoo Poem by Ima Ryma

At the Lincoln Park Zoo, it's me
In the African Journey yard,
A red river hog named Lily.
I'm first to see - quite avant garde.
My fur is striking red, and I
Am a hog liking river flow,
To eat insects and roots nearby.
I greet pal hogs with breath I blow.
And I am also prone to sing,
A song that sounds like the ballet
Stravinsky wrote - The Rite of Spring.
I think it sounds better my way.

Come and visit me at the Zoo,
And maybe I will sing for you.