Whirlpool of Movement
In the wilds of imagination,
A flying chalupa flies by,
Caught in the currents of fancy,
Carried aloft to the sky.
The birds in the air catch the treat,
And pass it with care,
With a nod to the watchful panda,
Their friend and the forest's heir.
The monkey takes hold with a grin,
And with a leap is gone,
Into the arms of a kangaroo,
Who dances and sings a song.
The chalupa is then placed with grace,
On a forest green veil of mist,
Its journey through nature complete,
A story that cannot be missed.
A whirlpool of movement and play,
This dance of life never ends,
A celebration of nature's sway,
In the wonders that nature sends.
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