When animals come to compare

They travel from here and from there

From dales and rivers

In sweats and in shivers

Both prey and predators dare

They all have a wonderful song

A cacophony proud and strong

But I can’t help to hear

That my favourite is near

When a deep rumble cuts through the throng

For they are increasingly rare

With their sharp claws and stunning white hair

They can run, they can climb

And their hugs are sublime

My favourite, of course, is…

… actually sea otters, you know the ones who hold hands they sleep? Those ones.