As a red river hog I do
Most of my busy stuff at night
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
Sometimes in daytime I'm in sight,
Using my snout to dig the ground,
Looking for roots and tubers that
Are favorite foods to be found
Buried within my habitat.
I have sense glands that help me tell
Where the roots and tubers may be.
And when close to them I can smell
And dig them up for lunch for me.
Visitors watch - I'm a big hit.
That's what I do and I dig it.
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