Chicago in the month of May,
A lot of green growing anew.
And in the grass I love to play
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
The arctic climes I've never known,
This polar bear - four season guy.
The fur and blubber that I've grown
Are genetics that I've come by.
So when the weather gets too hot,
As Chicago weather can get,
I can find a good cool off spot,
Somewhere it's dry, somewhere it's wet.
One cooler that is really nice -
There's Zoo machines that do make ice!
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