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The Song of the Lonely Praying Mantis
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Way out there in the meadow
where the wildflowers sing
Sat a lonely praying mantis,
such a funny looking thing
From within the petal'd choir
came a perfect summer song
So, he climbed upon a bluebell
and began to sing along
His voice, a lovely harmony,
now echoed on the breeze
To drift above the columbine,
meander through the trees
The sound so mesmerizing,
whisper soft along the rim
As if, now Sunday morning,
with a most angelic hymn
When then he noticed something,
as his lyrics came out loud
It seems his morning ballad,
had attracted quite a crowd
He finished serenading,
as he took a breath to pause,
To hear the other mantis,
clap a chorus of applause
From that day forth his singing,
was now heard about the land
Each meadow he did visit,
found that he was in demand
so,
it seems this praying mantis,
with his fans who do adore
His prayers have all been answered,
he's not lonely anymore
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Copyright ©
Chris Green
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