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Oh to be a guinea pig ...
If
you're a guinea pig you don't have to think,
And in the heat your ears turn pink.
You can run in the grass
and fill your tummy,
Chortle and chunter as if everything's funny.
Sleep in the sun, sleep in the shade
After
in your run you have played.
When it is cold you can curl up in the hay,
And if you like you can stay there
all day.
You could go exploring on the floor,
Have a rest then explore some more.
When it is night
time you don't have to sleep,
That for the day you could keep.
Yes, being a guinea pig would be fun,
But
alas, a guinea pig - I am not one.
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