An Obedient Child
Runs errands with a fantastic label
even with mane and jaws, humble is this Lion
simple is the main cause, Cain hates Abel
needing little heat to bend such Iron.
A call to build the tower of Babel
measurement of needed time shows it's in eon
yet finds no reason to rightly rebel
ability to react, dead as neon
dissatisfaction is weighed in a low count
the presence of such child reduces the bills
deviation from exact, falls on no account
slight waves, then rotations from the wind mills
parents happily display on the mount
a character scenting like hot spiced grills.
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