ADAPTATIONS
Adapt-Adapt-Adaptations
Changes in the body to fit a
location
Adapt-Adapt-Adaptations
Changes in the body to fit a
location
Fake pads on my feet better
traction than a jeep
And another on my chest so I
can rest
On the sizzling sands that
fry like a pan
I’m crossing the Sahara in
my caravan
I’m the legendary dromedary
400 pounds on my back in the
dessert I carry
Nothing to drink until the
next oasis
Water is fresh so we never
waste it
Adapt-Adapt-Adaptations
Changes in the body to fit a
location
Adapt-Adapt-Adaptations
Changes in the body to fit a
location
Not a drop of rain, its arid
extra dry
But I never get a grain of
sand in my eye
If the wind blows, gyros,
sand tornado
I got a better lids kid than
J-Lo
Long and thick with a double
lash
Close them fast, built to
last
And the hump on my back got
an extra tank
Like savings bank packed
with my fat
The hump on my back is
packed with fat
The hump on my back is
packed with fat
The hump on my back is
packed with fat
I won’t say it again, cause
you know all that
Thick lips eat sticks and
bone, thorny scrubs that others leave alone
Sometimes sip for the salty
rind cause the H20 is hard to find
My shaggy fur insulates, my
body temp regulates
So I don’t sweat and
dehydrate, live another day to procreate
Adapt-Adapt-Adaptations
Changes in the body to fit a
location
Adapt-Adapt-Adaptations
Changes in the body to fit a
location
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