My name is Chris,
Her name is Alice,
We're cocooned in
A plantastic palace,
While balanced on
The woodlands eaves,
We banquet on
What others leaves,
We're pillers of
Socie-eat-he
We pay our debts
And dine for free,
But our sights are set
Up in the sky,
For we've been promised
One day we'll fly!
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