I love those nuts among the berries,
but loathe all butts among the Sherries.
Let's measure humans by their kindness
all lack of zinc may lead to blindness.
Look down this street and see them walking
grim faces some, they may be stalking.
The gods gave envy to all races,
hence 60 muscles in our faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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