I am Ricko the rhino who
Is rarely seen being outside,
Here home at the Lincoln Park Zoo,
Where keepers keep me occupied,
With all the stuff I want and need,
Inside where the public can't see.
This arrangement I like indeed,
Cuz such a bashful boy I be,
Maybe someday I'll be inclined
To be a more outgoing sort.
But till then don't expect to find
Me with the public to cavort.
Outside I will roll in the snow,
Still a kid at heart - doncha know!
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