A myriad of snakes all around,
Macroscopically exotic with serpentine gait,
Iridescent their skins, mysterious their eyes.
Namely, a man was lured and extended his hand;
A snake voiced loudly, and voiced this way:
“Killing by stinging, we’re ingrained to respond thus.
How artfully we sting even those who feed us!
Attractive innocent snakes we’re attractive innocent snakes;
No, we’re not monstrous, stinging is our inherited art.”
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