Long ago in the land of Sudan lived a giraffe as tall and elegant as any This is story her
My friends are the monkeys We run together faster than the clumsy elephant But not as fast as the swift wildebeest The snapping crocodile is not my friend you may be certain I eat tender green leaves from the acacia tree I close my eyes to taste them better One day men lead me away from the trees I want to cry out but giraffes have no voice Where do they me take
