I think that I shall never view
A thing as wild as a new gnu.
A gnu whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against it’s Mama’s big old breast.
A new gnu, who is very cute
Wearing only his birthday suit.
So, new gnu, here’s a toast to you
Try your best to not be blue
Before you get put in a stew.
For it’s well known that a wildebeest
Often ends up as a lion’s feast.
This awful fate is not real new
Especially for a brand new gnu.
Of the gnus that I once knew.
Some say that no gnus is good gnus
But I just don’t respect their views
One new gnu that really grew
Was sequestered in a zoo.
I wish him well, and I must refuse
To write new news about the gnus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gnu lololol great imagination 10