I'm a perfect walrus in every way, Except for my smaller tusks. Brought up only on mothers milk, Not baby foods or rusks. I have several walrus aunties, One of them called Molly. That's a lovely name for a girl, But why do they call me 'Wally'? I've travelled over many miles, I've seen a lot of places. A lot of silly people too, (Some with stupid faces). They follow my wher'ere I go, I think they're rather rude. One of these days they'll kill me, And all I'll be is food.
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