A gibbon's such an agile thing,
It moves as if a blur,
It takes firm hold, then starts to swing,
A trail of tail and fur...
It may not own a peacock's grace,
Or match a dolphin's smile,
But there's a fact that we must face,
A gibbon's sure got style...
Athletic twists, athletic turns,
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