Crops aphids, fluffy white
State aphids, sooty black
Crops aphids, wooly white
State aphids, ebony black
Crops aphids, multiplex
State aphids a few - obscure
And like worms in the apple
They bury their first nicks
Suspicion rendered blind
Tortured are the guiltless
Gingerly yet they ought to walk
Blind, sick, there they must be
Insomniac, paralyzed - no excuse
But the aphids know themselves
Pretend the pious you see them do
No worse sin ever among the folks
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