Rosey the Red Panda
In the high forests where the bamboo grows,
Lives a red panda named Rosey, with a fiery nose.
She’s the first panda, a title she holds dear,
Named long before her giant cousins would appear.
Rosey munches bamboo, her favorite treat,
Twenty thousand leaves, she can easily eat.
Though a carnivore by name, her diet’s quite bland,
Bamboo is her favorite, in her forest land.
Rosey has a sweet tooth, a fact quite rare,
Aspartame she loves, with a taste beyond compare.
With vocalizations and behaviors, she communicates,
In her high forest home, she celebrates.
Endangered she is, with numbers so few,
But Rosey the Red Panda, her spirit shines through.
In the trees she sleeps, in the branches so high,
A symbol of nature, under the sky.
Rosey the Red Panda, with fur so bright,
Roamed through the forest from morning to night.
With a tail so bushy and eyes so keen,
She was the cutest creature anyone had ever seen.
In the bamboo grove, she’d climb with grace,
Scaling the trees at a most rapid pace.
With her pseudo-thumb, she’ll grasp and hold,
Bamboo stalks in a manner so bold.
Her feet are furry, keeping her warm,
In the chilly forest, throughout any storm.
With a gentle hum, and a loud joyful cheer,
Rosey brought happiness far and near.
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