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The Grass Is Greener Over There…
The grass is greener over there,
and if a goat has feet,
it will always strut over to nibble some.
We used to have forests here,
but they are all gone.
Those that ‘own’ the green fields over there
Only some say it,
while others bury their heads in the sand
and cry out: ‘Lies! ’.
Now they have built a fortress,
to stop us from wandering into their fields.
They have posted naval vessels
to sink us or send us back.
The green fields over there
have grown thickets. Not only is the grass
greener, it is pricked with ...