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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