The life of pampered sloth I live,
Hand fed the lettuce that I love.
The human hand has much to give,
Taking precaution with a glove.
In my hammock just hanging out,
Enjoying the good life in ease,
I watch the hand approach, no doubt,
Offering lettuce - ah, yes please!
I open wide my mouth so that
I let the lettuce be dropped in,
And then I get real being at
Chewing with a satisfied grin.
Remember - at Lincoln Park Zoo,
Do not bite the hand that feeds you.
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