Where's The Mouse? - Lincoln Park Zoo Poem by Ima Ryma

This fennec fox is fennicky.
All of my keepers should know that.
A paper bag's given to me.
I shake it through my habitat
To find a hidden treat, I do.
Quite a skilled hunter I am, yes,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
A tasty mouse my hoped for guess.
Out of the bag drops something green,
A disappointment, so I keep
Shaking the bag for more unseen.
Maybe a mouse is hidden deep.

The green thing may be very nice,
But green's not the color of mice!