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ANIMAL TALK

when I open the eyes, and squint properly
From above the Chetambe, and watch around fairly
I think is a nice , but together spent rarely
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, but then shed the ticks


You say I am giraffe, and claim am tall
When you talk me you say, stretch time not firm
I convince and say come when , you admit and say okay
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, but your ticks stick

You call me Mr Owl, ugly and ugly you say
That my flight of all, can't get near your size
I convince and say favour, you say yes but no we
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, but your ticks tear

You call me warthog, myself you term ugly
My mouth you laugh at, and run over my children
You consider the giraffe, for tallness and size
I want to chat you Mr Elephant, though your ticks no means

Listen for this is golden, the jungle is never
Ever hope that each token, for all and all for
All cannot belong to one, all we join for favour
Time to chat time to chat, every cloud has a silver lining


Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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