Now I do lay me down, I do,
To take a cherished chimp chill out
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
To dream of happy stuff, no doubt,
Of going fishing with my pole
To pull out termites by the gob
From my favorite fishing hole,
Dreaming of a successful job.
I do imagine the great taste
Of gobbling down the termites caught,
Not letting any go to waste.
This is a dream I dream a lot.
But just a termite dream for me,
Cuz at the Zoo no termites be.
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