On many winter days I do
Go outside and play in the snow,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo.
My keepers choose if I can go.
It must be above freezing, and
No ice for me to slip upon.
A door opens, I understand,
My choice - stay in or out be gone.
The white stuff beckons me to play,
So I do choose to venture out,
Spending time to wallow away,
And be an awesome sight, no doubt.
And so don't be surprised to see
This rhino in winter snow be.
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