A busy beaver I do be,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Swimming about my pond to see
What beaver stuff there is to do.
Especially I'm looking for
Some wood that I can gnaw upon.
There's nothing I like doing more,
It's a gnawsome phenomenon.
Though there are not any trees that
I can gnaw, the keepers do set
Out some wood in my habitat,
Just waiting for my teeth to get.
And when I see some wood - ah hah!
Leave it to this beaver to gnaw!
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A beaver gnaws wood because it instinctively wants to build a dam or lodge. A scientist did an experiment with beavers: he placed a loudspeaker in one corner of their cage, then placed sticks and clay on the other side of the cage. He played sounds of trickling water through the speaker. Before long the beavers had surrounded it with a wall-like structure of sticks.