This is a silly poem I wrote for my granddaughter. It’s called “A Giraffe Poked His Head In My Window.”
A giraffe poked his head in my window
And my heart lept into my mouth.
I couldn’t think of a thing to say,
So he licked my nose and headed south.
“Wait!” I cried, as he left me.
I could tell he regreted already his interest in my proboscis,
For his legs were extremely unsteady.
I thought as I groped for my hankie
And I pass this on to you
That if a wild animal comes to call
Say, a tiger, a mere cat or a ‘roo,
If you want him to stay
Or even come back another day,
Then perhaps it would really pay to say,
“Welcome, and how do you do?”