SOMETHING TELLS ME IT’S ALL HAPPENING AT THE ZOO

 

The monkeys stand for honesty
Giraffes are insincere
And the elephants are kindly but they’re dumb
Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum

Zebras are reactionaries
Antelopes are missionaries
Pigeons plot in secrecy
And hamsters turn on frequently
What a gas
Ya gotta come and see
At the zoo
At the zoo
At the zoo

Today I had the honor of joining the convoy of minivans that transported my daughter’s preschool class to the zoo.  Four
small children, securely strapped into their booster seats, happily
munched popcorn and crackers from plastic baggies while I navigated the
Seattle morning traffic.  Little Bit asked me a salient question:

 

“How come when we go to the zoo from school it’s a ‘field trip,’ but when we go from home it’s just ‘going to the zoo?’”

 

A discussion of the
varied meanings of the word “field” ensued, during which my child
insisted that a field could only possibly be a broad expanse of grass
on which children run and twirl during recess.

 

At the zoo, two volunteer docents delivered a brief lesson on the tropical rainforest, and then took us on a tour.  We visited a rainforest building which was hot and humid and contained snakes, poisonous frogs, ocelots and toucans.  I
alternately admired the critters and prevented small children from
bolting through the doors back to the familiar cold, wet, temperate
rainforest that is the Pacific Northwest. 

 

The highlight of the
trip was the jaguar, who paced rapidly back and forth in front of the
viewing window to amuse the children even though he had lots more space
out of view in which to frolic.  It was not clear whether or not he had an official “field” on which to twirl during jaguar recess.

 

On the way back, the
children in my vehicle discussed what they might do if kids were in
charge and grown-ups had to follow their directions.  They all agreed that they would require the grown-ups to poop in their pants.  In fact, the idea struck them as so hilarious they all giggled hysterically for the duration of the trip.

 

And that is why children should not be in charge, but should be taken regularly to the zoo.

 

 

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21 thoughts on “

  1. I am very glad your child and her friends are not in charge of me, do you think we would be allowed to wear depends, or would we just have to go in our pants? I would hope they would let us wear depends, I am very upset now at the thought that we can’t. Oh wait they arn’t in charge, whew.

  2. I love ‘field trips’.  I went with my son on practically all of them from Pre-K through elementary.  Junior high, not as much and high school, less.  I loved listening to them chit-chat…one can learn much from them…..but what I learned was ‘hey, you’re not the boss of me!’
    Your post are always so REAL!

  3. I loved my school field trips.  I still have memories of going to the zoo, the science museum, seeing a play, going to a farm and so many more.  It was nice to get out of school and do something fun even if you’ve been to the same place a million times before.

  4. Great.  I’m taking a group of kids (14 of them that don’t belong to me, 2 that do) to the zoo tomorrow…is it a field trip for the 14 and only a zoo trip for my 2?  Or is it a field trip for all of them, since we’re going to meet at a predetermined pickup location before heading there?  Or is it not a special trip at all and only another chance to drive me to insanity?  I’m so confused….
    * moans *

  5. Last night my kid was also doing the “If kid’s were in charge of the grown ups” pondering. Perhaps the preschoolers are planning a nationwide revolt? Something in the air?

  6. If we pooped our pants would they wash them since they are in charge? I too loved field trips and the school in washington DC had the very best ones. As I recall, once we took a field trip to a field museum.

  7. Funny! I wonder why they would want us to do that, other than it would just be funny!
    Last time I was at the zoo with my daughter, there was a tiger pacing the same way. I thought that was the best part of the trip.

  8. I have never really understood the lyrics to that song. i’ve always felt that it’s some sort of allegory, but for what, I do not know. Maybe it’s saying that politicians are on display in cages?

  9. I can’t remember the last time we took the kids to the zoo. It’s time for another field trip.(Excuse me while I go poop. )

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