Chorus In peril
The island once was a sweet emerald blessing
with a chorus of sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
A stowaway soon arrived on the scene...
A brown snake with a smile of poisonous sheen.
At first it sang a duet with the pips and the peeps
but it is deaf and only exists to distract and deceive.
Soon after, the chorus had become quite extinct.
No more sugar and spice atop salty sea breeze.
The brown serpentine is staring at the horizon.
Flicking a frantic fork at the neighboring islands.
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