It's time
to leave the place
we only once knew
Carry on we must
to continue forth
with our haste
Golden Westward
on the road
paved with taunting
treasure
is the way to travel
My friends
with their husky, brown
coats migrate their
own way
They follow the bees
buzzing back to
the Beehive that is
their safety and comfort
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