This is the world of tastes
As many species that many tastes
There is a chain of tastes too...
A lion killed a deer and said, 'It's tasty'
The left uneaten corpse was feast for a group of wolves
The still remains of the feast were vultures delicious meal
And the remnants usually decayed by many million microbes
Yes, everything was witnessed by the poor deer soul...
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