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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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