In the savanna, where the grasses sway,
Lives a giraffe named Greta, so they say.
With a neck as long as the tallest tree,
She roams the plains, wild and free.
Graceful Greta, reaching high,
Underneath the vast blue sky.
With a gentle stride and a regal stance,
She's the queen of the savanna, in her dance.
She munches on leaves, from the tallest trees,
With a graceful bend, she aims to please.
But when the sun sets and the stars appear,
Greta gallops, without fear.
Graceful Greta, reaching high,
Underneath the vast blue sky.
With a gentle stride and a regal stance,
She's the queen of the savanna, in her dance.