There once was a captive giraffe,
Who escaped from the city zoo,
But with this newly found freedom,
He wasn’t quite sure what to do.
Bustle overwhelmed his senses,
‘Till he finally found some lawn,
But the trees were scarce and fragile,
With dried leaves barely hanging on.
Flooded with options and self-doubt,
He let out some ironic laughs,
And returned back to the same zoo,
Back with all the other giraffes.
