Is it a bird, is it a plane?
I like to watch the sky, I do,
What's flying over my domain
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
I look up and I wonder why
I can't go high up in the air.
I bet it's fun up in the sky.
I sure do wish I could be there.
I asked Mom and Dad how to be
Able to go up skyward bound.
But they just shake their heads at me.
I guess I'm stuck here on the ground.
When you see this young red wolf pup,
Lots of times I'll be looking up.
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