Oh, joyous delight, we have a Relocation Committee
and a Disposal Committee to expedite the move to
Kingsley, we have been issued with long, thin bags
to dispose of all unnecessary papers, we have been
instructed to start packing, guess who hasn’t started
yet – your local crocodile who doesn’t like to be sent
from swamp to swamp, she likes the slackening of
pace, of course, but packing is against her principles,
crocodiles travel light, taking the scales on their bodies
only, and looks like the officials are basing their ideas
on Toy Story where they had a Moving Committee also,
to think we are living animation movies here at work!
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