Dreamy
Gina la jirafa y su cuello tan alto
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En la sabana al sol, donde el viento va a bailar, vive Gina la jirafa, que no deja de mirar. Con su cuello tan largo que toca el cielo azul, se pregunta en voz alta: "¿Por qué soy tan alta yo?" Sus papás, grandes y suaves, con manchas de oro y miel, le dijeron: "Gina, escucha, te contaremos bien. Tu cuello tan largo te ayuda a alcanzar, las hojas más verdes que otros no pueden tocar."
Juntos pasearon bajo el sol, por la tierra sin fin, Gina aprendió contenta, con alegría en su jardín. De la acacia alta mordió con gran emoción, y vio toda la sabana, ¡qué hermosa visión!
"Ser alta es un regalo, un don del cielo azul, puedes ver muy lejos y sentir nuestro amor fiel. Así que mantente erguida, con orgullo y sin temor, tu altura nos ayuda a jugar con gran amor."
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