A Total Farce. For Darryl.
Perched on a limb High above the ground Sat a little birdie Looking all around Peering down among the people He cried with glee I see a tiny breadcrumb Just waiting for me! Soon the little birdie Flew to the ground Pecked at the breadcrumb But failed to look around. Then one of the people With a gleam in his eye Stomped the little birdie And watched him die. The moral to this story Is always look around And never eat your dinner Sitting on the ground.
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