Pumpkin Play - Lincoln Park Zoo Poem by Ima Ryma

The thing's a pumpkin, keepers say.
They call it enrichment, they do.
Pumpkins are on my pile of hay,
For me at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
This rhino knows my keepers try
To keep me on my hooved three toes.
This pumpkin thing - I don't know why,
But that's the way the Zoo life goes.
So I will humor humans and
Pretend to play the pumpkin game.
And I will play it oh so grand.
So at a pumpkin, I take aim.

How many rhinos say they've worn
A pumpkin gored upon the horn?