What the colobus monkeys do
When there shows up a pile of ice,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Is set their senses on precise.
First they eye the ice for a while,
And hear the ice crackle a bit,
And then they sniff at the ice pile,
And feel the chilliness of it,
And then of course they take a taste.
All in all, there is no doubt that
None of their senses go to waste
On the ice in their habitat.
Why there's an ice pile in July,
Thanks to the keepers - that is why.
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