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Forest of Sounds


“Ribbit,” says the good frog, or sometimes “Croak,”

Then the fly says, “Buzz!” and flies to the oak.

 

In the forest, without a single “beep,”

Life forges ahead! So do not dare reap

 

The forest of sounds, or else these creatures

Shall then avenge themselves, “growls,” “chirps,” and “purrs!”

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