The llamas of my town are so brown and furry
When they stride with big pride we must scurry
When they spit and we split, we must hurry
When they are wet they start to fret
That their fur will incur
Some severe damage
They are so pretty and witty
With even toes on their hooves
And sweet moves and grooves
I wish I was as cool as a llama
Or like your papa and mama.