“Ow!” roared the lion.
“There is a thorn in my paw. Who will take it out?”
“Not I, “ said the solid rhinoceros. “I am sharpening my pointed horn.”
“Not I,” said the startled kudu. “I am racing away from here!”
“Not I ,” whispered the tall giraffe among the tip-top leaves.
“Not I,” said the bouncing baboon. “I am having too much fun.”
“Who will take the thorn out?” asked the crowned crane.
“Not I,” said the hippopotamus. “I am cooling off in the mud.” [ˌhɪpəˈpɒtəməs]
“Not I,” said the striped zebra. “I am kicking up my heels.” [straɪpt
“Not I,” said the bright-eyed monkey. “I am swinging by my tail.”
“Not I, “ said the big gorilla. “I am scratching away my fleas.”
“Not I,” said the elegant gazelle.“I am leaping across the field.”
“Will no one remove the thorn?” called the ibis by the purple pool.
“Not I,” said the slippery crocodile, smiling a hungry smile.
“Not I,” said the trumpeting elephant. “I am taking a shower.”
“Not I,” said the spotted leopard. “I am slinking through the shade.”
“Not I,” said the solemn buffalo. “I have too much work to do.”
“Who will help the lion?” cried the ostrich running over the desert sands.
“Not I,” said the sulky camel. “I am chewing my chewy cud.”
“Not I,” said the swooping vulture. “I’m busy hunting a meal.”
“Not I,” said the fast cheetah. “ I’m busy hunting, too.”
“I will,” said the little mouse.
And she did!