This green tree frog does like to do
Meditation in morning mist
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
A habit that I can't resist.
When keepers turn the misters on
Right away I do quickly seek
A cozy spot to hop upon
And meditate in mist mystique.
The foggier the outside is
The less fogged is my train of thought.
As deep thinker I am a whiz,
'Mist'ified, believe it or not.
A meditating frog I be,
Better the more humidity.
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