My giraffe is so very high 

That she can almost touch the sky 

She reaches up to the tallest of trees 

And off of their branches she eats their leaves 

But my giraffe must get thirst I think 

So what does she do when she wants a drink 

She has to bend down and make herself shorter  

So she can drink from the cool clear water 

Then when she’s finished up again  

I think that it must be a terrible strain 

I wonder if she would be aloud 

To drink the water out of the cloud?