Giraffa camelopardalis they call me
As I heavy hoof across the savanna,
Spot me in Chad, Niger, and Somalia
Though, you’ll never see me in Ghana.
I’ve got powerful, very long legs
Not unlike a supermodel,
Woodlands could be my catwalk,
Wouldn’t that be novel?
My spotted coat like a leopards
Can be seen all over the world,
On bikinis, pyjamas, and hats
Though, I prefer my natural burle.
With almost eight feet of neck
I’ve literally got the best view,
Galloping, and sprinting up to 60 kmph
Nought many that can pursue.
Just like you and your friends
I have long lasting social cliques,
We communicate with hisses and grunts
Flute like sounds, with great techniques.
