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Throughout human history, mortals
have attempted to describe the infinite nature of Baby Animals.
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We can never hope to fully understand what I like to
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'The Great Mystery.' |
A few enlightened souls have attempted to unravel the
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Here are some of their efforts. |
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'I like Baby Animals' Sung
to "London Bridge" |
Ancient Mongolian Folk Song
(probably 4000 years old) |
I like baby animals,
Animals, animals.
I like baby animals,
I'll name some for you.
Kittens, puppies, chicks and foals,
Chicks and foals, chicks and foals.
Kittens, puppies, chicks and foals,
I can name some more.
Goslings, ducklings, lambs and calves,
Lambs and calves, lambs and calves.
Goslings, ducklings, lambs and calves,
I like baby animals.
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Baby Animal Names |
by Stacy Mantle's 2-year old
niece. (Liar..) |
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Baby cats are called kittens
Baby bears are called cubs
Baby dogs are called puppies
A pigeon’s a squab!
A girl horse is a filly
A boy horse is a colt.
A possum’s a joey.
A chicken’s a poult!
A penguin’s a fledgling
A reindeer’s a fawn
A turtle is a chicken
It makes no sense at all!
An ant is an antling
A goat is a kid
A bird is a nestling,
A muskrat, a kit!
A kangaroo’s Joey
A louse is a nit.
A toad is a tadpole,
And a mink is a kit!
An eagle’s an eaglet.
An eel is a fry.
A fly is a maggot.
And a fish is a fry!
And what have we learned
From all these words today?
That if you’re a boy
Then a boy you’ll surely stay! |
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The Veal Calf |
by Vantressa Brown (with help from
cow... mostly the cow) |
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Here I am in this small wooden box,
Bound up with chains and locks.
What is my fate from here?
I hope I don't die.
Stuck here through the wind and cold,
Hearing the others, will they too be sold?
Wishing, hoping, praying,
I hope I don't die.
I was taken from my mother, too.
She had warm milk, a soothing moo.
I wonder if she knows I'm here,
I hope I don't die.
Sometimes the others are taken away.
"They're goin' to heaven," some elders say,
Is heaven good? Does it have freedom?
I hope I don't die.
But, for now, I'm here in this box.
Bound up in chains and locks,
Wishing, hoping, praying,
I hope I don't die.
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