Peep, Peep, Peep
As we run across the pen
What a lousy afternoon
Waking up from our den
Peep, Peep, Peep
We frequently stop for a drink
To then scatter around
Playing happily without sleeping a wink
Peep, Peep, Peep
When we get picked up
Our excitement rises
When their hands lower, we jump
Nice poem
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