Oh shucks, they just keep coming
Every second humming bird silent killed it dead, BB gun to its head
Just on kept on making noise
So I shot it with my toys
Like humming birds that make noise
Let it go had no choice
Just kept on humming there
In the ear of a bear
Not to mention also ate the bear to become the wolf
Then went for tiger while he played golf
Enjoyed him and his bones
Took his clubs no hearts of gold
To be found as stories untold
Get to be first to her it didn't fold
Still has a heart somewhere
Swallowed the diamond
In the stomach somewhere
While it must of been eaten with the bear
Too bad it's logged in deep
Same place as a heart
Wolf's soul he keeps
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PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
