What does a walrus dream at night?
No one knows — but I just might.
He drifts to sleep in icy blue,
And then his dreams come shining through.
He dreams of Africa’s golden land,
Of elephants walking hand in hand,
Of lions yawning in morning sun,
Of monkeys laughing and having fun.
He dreams of grass so bright and green,
A place where snow has never been,
Where warm winds dance, palm branches sway,
And birds sing songs at break of day.
He dreams of meeting a polar bear,
His faraway friend with snowy hair.
They sit and chat on a frosty shore,
Tell silly stories — and dream some more.
He dreams that all, both wild and tame,
Will soon arrive by boat or plane.
The jungle crew, the northern team,
All gather inside his walrus dream.
The night grows still, the moon drifts high,
His dreams float gently through the sky.
And though he wakes when morning’s near,
Their magic stays — both far and dear.
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