A little bird put its needle beak
Into a flower whorl to beg of the world
What a flower can offer
A little boy sneaked into the meadow
Where bees and butterflies compete for nectar
Holding a rubber sling to stop life from
Going ahead for the sun bird.
A little snake holding its venom in its mouth
Crawled looking for the boy's feet
And a big eagle sat on a bough eyeing
The little snake in a merry go round
Of looking for food.
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