Later the rhino slept on the main street,
And all the cars drove scrupulously around,
Even though no one knew its christian name
Or where it had grown up or gone to school
Or went to church or who its people were.
"Please let me sleep," the sign beside it said,
Which seemed little enough for one so big.
The children liked it best, of course, and made
A kudzu hat with daisies for a brim
To keep its gentle dermis safe and sweet.
Somebody said that we should call the cops,
So we threw rocks at him until he left.
The next day it was gone and took the sign.
A shonda it was, or so the elders said.
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