In Honor Of Jane Goodall
When I was one I went to the zoo
Years later to Africa I flew
Primates are my love
To you, a dove
My study was quite intense
But in my defence, it's most likely my sixth sense
Today, I stand in front of audiences preaching this activism
Then I tell them all to deny all the harsh criticism
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