Talk talk talk and more talk.
The be and all of our flock.
Our largest organ is the tounge,
We don't have brains as our hearts are numbed.
Don't we remember the day?
When mommy held our hand in may?
With small legs, faltering steps,
One at a time, full but in stead,
We learned to walk
And it was then we stood tall.
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