No Cars Here

Tall, slender, and yellow

It would be like the top of the world 

To sit on such a beaut 

Tall, slender, and yellow

 

Some would wish for wings

Or magical powers to fight

But why have these things

If you can sit upright,

and witness great heights

 

It could be like your own car--

Only bigger and better, and cool

If everyone owned their own giraffe to ride,

I would name mine, the great Omar

 

 

 

 

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