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?
Louis, the Giraffe
Louis looked down from the tree,
Which he had climbed in fear,
Looking at a little mouse,
Who appeared to be too near.
He hugged the tree with all his might,
Too frightened to climb down,
The mouse just calmly stayed there,
Not moving, making no sound.
The mouse looked up at the giraffe,
Who was clinging to this tree,
And asked, “What are you afraid of?
You’re four million times bigger than me.”
Louis moved a little higher,
Wishing the mouse would leave,
So that he could climb back down,
And his self-esteem retrieve.
The mouse got bored and scurried off,
Leaving the giraffe alone,
Louise quickly climbed down the tree,
And galloped all the way home.
Australian Children’s Poetry 