I see them going to and fro
Exploring this and that
They chant, they stretch, they twist their necks
And lie on rubber mats
They run, they jog, they rollerblade
And often time their treks
They build their abs to fight the flabs
And sweat on cedar decks
I watch them hiking, biking too
Down on the street below
And then I flop unto my couch
With bod resembling dough.
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