Love me, love me,
Said the woodpecker,
But the snake,
The trespasser,
In the hole
Of the woodpecker,
Cared little and
Hissed to sting.
The woodpecker
Could do nothing,
But started work
To create another
Hole on the tree,
Elsewhere further.
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