I hope you all remember
The place in which I live
Up the hill and through the woods
Not far from the zoo.
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My home is at the top of the hill
It is a big old house
My home is in the second story
As high as the treetop.
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As high as the treetop.
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From the windows here oh so high
I can see all that is below
But you cannot see me as I peek out
The awnings hide me from below.
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There is no need for any shades
No use for blinds or drapes
I can see you from way above
But you cannot see me from below.
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I often visit my friends at the zoo
All the animals are quite a delight
Stopping and talking as I make my rounds
They all seem to know just what I say.
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As I slept in my home up the hill from the zoo
Late one night in the dark and the quiet
I heard a strange noise and saw a strange sight
A shadow was passing in front of my window.
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How could this be-when I live so high up
No one could be peeping in my window you see
Without a tall ladder to climb up to me
It is far too high to stand and look or peep.
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I saw the shadow and shot out of my bed
To glance out the window at the shadow I saw
Bobbing back and forth and looking in to see
What I was doing in the dark of the night.
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OH GOODNESS-what should I spy
A giraffe was peeking in the window so high
His long neck proved to be as good as a ladder
As he studied what I was doing in the dark of the night.
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I ran down the stairs and out the door
It was time to take my friend back to the zoo next door
He gave me a start and quiet a fright
When he peeped in my window in the deep dark night.
My friend looked down and seemed to say
You came to see my home in the zoo
I came to see where you lived too
I was curious just like you
It was quite late and no time to peer
In the window of the friend up the hill from the zoo.
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There is no need for any shades
No use for blinds or drapes
I can see you from way above
But you cannot see me from below.
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I often visit my friends at the zoo
All the animals are quite a delight
Stopping and talking as I make my rounds
They all seem to know just what I say.
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As I slept in my home up the hill from the zoo
Late one night in the dark and the quiet
I heard a strange noise and saw a strange sight
A shadow was passing in front of my window.
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How could this be-when I live so high up
No one could be peeping in my window you see
Without a tall ladder to climb up to me
It is far too high to stand and look or peep.
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I saw the shadow and shot out of my bed
To glance out the window at the shadow I saw
Bobbing back and forth and looking in to see
What I was doing in the dark of the night.
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OH GOODNESS-what should I spy
A giraffe was peeking in the window so high
His long neck proved to be as good as a ladder
As he studied what I was doing in the dark of the night.
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I ran down the stairs and out the door
It was time to take my friend back to the zoo next door
He gave me a start and quiet a fright
When he peeped in my window in the deep dark night.
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My friend looked down and seemed to say
You came to see my home in the zoo
I came to see where you lived too
I was curious just like you
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Back through the woods and down the path
I led my friend Slim back to his homeBack through the woods and down the path
It was quite late and no time to peer
In the window of the friend up the hill from the zoo.
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Back up the hills and through the woods
Walking in the deep dark of the night
Back to my bed with covers pulled tight.
To all my zoo friends, I say Good Night.
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