This vulture has got the good life,
Home here at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
Getting a bite to eat - no strife,
Cuz that's what the Zoo keepers do,
Waiting on me, talon and beak,
With unthawed carcasses of rats,
A red meat diet so to speak,
Full of cholesterol and fats.
My kind that are out in the wild
Have to spend time and energy
Getting a carcass plan compiled.
I just perch and food comes to me.
I am spoiled by the Zoo culture,
Not a real hard working vulture.
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