The kudu set out for the river,
dressed up all kudu style,
and as she did pass,
the lion from the grass,
purred ' Stop and stay for a while.'
'Oh that won't do.', Said the wise kudu,
'Although I do admire your smile.
I know about you, from my friend the gnu,
whose bones now lie in a pile.
And I'd hate to be late,
to a previous date,
for a drink with the crocodile.'
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