The gentle oriental Walking of a solid rock
Walking as the geese that fly together in their flock
Flying on Together through the weather as they will
Always moving flocking south with their ghastly trill
A Beetle moving oh so quiet across the steady land
As a hermit crab who's walking parts not only but the sand
The gentle ways of all their days is put behind them now
For nothing stands against them when they charge the lonely trowel
And as the battle rages on The tide begins to turn
Fleeing from the battle field and from a lonely fern
The moral here is nothing near your simple minded thought
No matter what the size or age battles always will be fought
((don't ask..I know this is not my usual type of poem, but i just felt like writing something different for a change.))
Walking as the geese that fly together in their flock
Flying on Together through the weather as they will
Always moving flocking south with their ghastly trill
A Beetle moving oh so quiet across the steady land
As a hermit crab who's walking parts not only but the sand
The gentle ways of all their days is put behind them now
For nothing stands against them when they charge the lonely trowel
And as the battle rages on The tide begins to turn
Fleeing from the battle field and from a lonely fern
The moral here is nothing near your simple minded thought
No matter what the size or age battles always will be fought
((don't ask..I know this is not my usual type of poem, but i just felt like writing something different for a change.))
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