The panda winked at me
As if she understood I,
She looks at me and smiles.
I smile back at her.
The Ancient Panda of China,
Waves to her family to join her
In the Beautiful Bamboo Garden.
“Ni-hao,” I say to the panda’s family,
And the baby pandas came
Tackling and tumbling towards me
As they got up,
They each greeted me
With a warm hug and kisses.
Black and white fur
That’s so clean when it’s washed.
Feeding on bamboo,
While the Chinese Ocean breeze
Flows through the air.
Hiccupping from drinking too fast,
Rolling down the hill,
Was quite the blast.
I could sit and study,
Here all day,
Because they’re pretty interesting,
If I must say.
Thou’ I don’t know her name,
She will always be to me,
The Ancient Panda of China.
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