Our House
They roam their territory, out in their jungle
and with plenty too fell, it gives them a smile
It is their mobility, that makes them agile
with a sense of smell, here comes a new arrival
Not being revolutionary, because their home is not vial
they don’t have to yell, because that’s not their style
Well known in history, to which one is so vital
they should ring their own bell, to make sure they stay primal
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