Storm, the harbor seal, does like to
Mug for the camera so that,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Close ups his facial habitat.
His ears to hear, his eyes to see,
His tongue to taste, his nose to smell,
His whiskers to touch, all to be
Senses enabling Storm to tell
What's happening out and about
That Storm may want to make sense of.
Food, a top of lister, no doubt,
'Specially the fish he does love.
Come visit Storm, and face to face
Check out Storm, sensing time and place.
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