From my nap I wake up, I do,
Rare for this sloth to do day time,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
Puzzled, I get the urge to climb,
Until I find a better spot
To once again resume my snooze.
I grab a vine I use a lot,
And to my renewed nap I cruise.
Since it is day and is not night,
I need to keep on my two toes,
So I make my transition right,
Until my destiny to doze.
Quite soon I'll nap, I have no doubt.
In the meantime I'm tripping out.
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