THE BLUE ZOO
At the blue zoo, everything is blue . . .
When stuck in the queue, the sky is blue.
Come rain, come shine, come snow, come hail,
There is only one colour – be it dark or pale.
Look down at your feet; you’ll see a blue street.
Blue bushes, blue trees, blue birds, blue bees.
Once inside, you’ll be surprised,
’cos what soon becomes evident, are the bright blue residents . . .
At the blue park, plays a blue aardvark.
In the blue shop, lurks a snappy blue croc.
And, not to be outdone by the blue alpaca – in his bright blue, sky blue, blue pacca-macca –
a blue mere cat, models a blue top hat.
A blue gnu sits on a blue loo.
Oh no! Let’s hope he’s not doing a blue . . .
Watching a blue bear balancing on a blue chair,
a blue scaly snake takes a well-earned break.
Down at the blue pool, looking incredibly cool,
a slippery blue seal savours a fishy blue meal.
And a cerulean blue lion, incredibly strong,
strums a guitar to a blue, blue song.
Just joining in, there’s a hell of a din,
as a blue cockatoo makes a right blue hullaballoo.
At the end of the day, when it’s getting late,
a blue zoo keeper shuts the big blue gate.
There’s just one thing at the blue, blue zoo – only one thing that isn’t blue.
Look in the blue mirror; you’ll see it’s true, that one un-blue thing, in fact – is you!
Although . . . are you absolutely sure you aren’t blue too?