The beauty of a cobra is its hood
Its rising capability and fiz sound
That everyone fears in a look
When time changed, it is a trick
Only a trick to survive from enemies
In fact they are feared the humans
Fear makes them violent and attacks
When situation warrants becomes fatal
Almost all times tries to escape
A hide and seek game they clever with humans
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