Near the beaver lodge the ducks, two,
Wondered where the beaver was at
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Maybe inside his habitat.
And so the ducks quacked loudly till
The beaver finally came out.
Both ducks' noise suddenly did still,
Unsure of what came next no doubt.
But the beaver, in a good mood,
Invited the ducks to have lunch.
So while on wood the beaver chewed,
On some berries the ducks did munch.
A good time had by all for sure,
A good mix of feathers and fur.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem