(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
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Stripes of fire, silent and sly,
I prowl the jungle, unseen I lie.
I bark and splash, I flip and glide,
In water and on land, I love to ride.
Armored and ancient, I snap and creep,
In rivers and swamps, I silently leap
I wander the jungle, quiet and shy,
With a trunk-like nose, I sniff as I spy.
Hungry visitors stop right here,
To eat, drink, and rest for a cheer.
I run so fast, my legs are strong,
I can’t fly, but I race along.
My neck is tall, I reach the trees,
Spots all over, I eat with ease.
I swing and hang from branch to tree,
The smartest ape you’ll ever see.
I have a striped tail I swing with flair,
I leap through trees without a care.
Smooth and flat, I glide in the bay,
Reach out your hand and feel me play.
I stand on one leg, pink as can be,
Wading in water for all to see.
Flightless I am, yet I waddle with grace,
In tuxedo attire, I race in my space.
Spots like dots, I run so fast,
The quickest in the land, none can surpass.
Mighty hunter, I rule the plain,
Hear my roar across the terrain.
Soft and friendly, come meet and play,
You can touch and feed me every day.
I have huge ears and a trunk to spare,
Gentle giant roaming with care.
I sport sharp a point upon my head,
I roam the wild or fields I tread.
Brush and dig, uncover the past,
Bones of giants that didn’t last.
I hop all day and carry my young,
In Australia’s sun, my jumps are long.
Feathers everywhere, I chirp and sing,
Step inside and watch the colors take wing.
I leap and bound across the plain,
With slender horns, I run like the rain
I slither or crawl, my skin is tough,
Sun keeps me warm, but I’m sly enough.
I stand on guard, alert and small,
In sandy burrows, I watch it all.
I float on my back and crack a snack,
In water I swim and never look back.
I howl at night with my pack in tow,
Silent and fierce where cold winds blow.
I lumber through forests, fur thick and brown,
I growl and I roar, the strongest around.
Tiny creatures with many legs,
Some buzz, some crawl, some hide in pegs.
I carry my home upon my back,
Slow and steady, I stay on track.
I have tusks and warts upon my face,
I root in the dirt all over the place.