What the Animals Think
How strange the animals must think,
That we silly humans be.
Who want and want,
And take and take,
But are never entirely happy
With the us we chose to be.
All gratitude is lost,
The love of life never found.
No wonder that the creatures hide
And avoid us like the plague.
For who would want to be around
Us silly, silly humans?
Not the likelihood of me!
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