A sloth that's relatively new,
I'm getting the hang of the place
With Mom at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
So get accustomed to my face.
I stick my tongue out to say, 'Hi, '
To Small Mammal House visitor.
So come and visit and stop by,
And soak up my cuteness galore.
Mom and I might be hanging from
The roof of the visitor hut.
We change positions, so look some -
Could see my face, could see my butt.
I'm satisfied that Mom's well hung.
There will be no sloth slip of tongue.
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