hadarms dha poet
Everywhere was silent as it always BE,
As all them are out to their various WEES.
The rats came out as they always DO,
Perching on left-overs and some little DOUGHS.
The ants were busy as was their NATURE,
Fighting and working was for their NATION.
They played with selves and laughed on OTHERS,
Singing a song of triumph kissing their MOTHERS.
I looked around and saw none but ME,