oh! trees are grown up now
i could seek shelter beneath
when rain come pouring down
so as goats are having fun
trying climbing pushing around
sometimes crying for thier mom
i climb too to look around
found myself shared by ants
i let them taste me alive
it's itchy but i don't mind
i could develope immune from
like daily pains of humans
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