Koala Oil
In a land down under
Their corpses lay
Compressed under the weight
One Thousand souls
A hundred thousand more
All lost to time
But with you, no more
their bodies will be harvested
for all the value they contain
lost for many years
now, the future
they will be erected one by one
the hydraulics near closer
pressing them moist
a black goo oozes from their areas
Koala Oil, what a wonderful day.
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