A long Llama came
Laughing at the young
Loafers with hounds
And the loafers laugh
At the daring deers.
The loafers with hounds
Trotted towards the wildlife
Ready to run round the hunting ring
A loafer's gun exploded
Not from the wish of his fingers
A portend danger
Inherent in the forest
The games scamper
For safety leaving the loafers gameless
And the hounds dripping
With saliva panting
Like fish out of water
Went home bowels void
Taunted by the loafers.
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