The Giraffe and Me

The Giraffe and Me

I wonder what it feels like to have a neck like a giraffe.
I bet the kids at school come up and jeer at him and laugh.
I know they would, because that’s what they always do to me,
Even though I’ve nothing quite so strange at all to see.

I wonder what it feels like to have spots everywhere you look.
That poor giraffe must get picked on. I bet he hides in books.
I know exactly how he feels, ‘cause I feel the same way, too.
That’s where I hide my teary eyes when the taunting makes me blue.

But maybe giraffes never don’t ridicule each other.
And maybe in giraffe schools, they treat everyone like brothers.
Then I wish I were a long-necked giraffe who towered above it all
Instead of me, who’s scrawny and weak, and still sadly far too small.

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