The crocodiles can dream
On the ground they still can't walk
They still have to crawl in a slow process
They have forgotten the swamp
They aren't the tortoise to fool the rabbit
They are the crocodiles wanting the meat all the time
They can't bear to eat greens all the while
They will not fill up their loads
The crocodiles can dream
In a nation of peace and harmony
They can't stand it in their eyes
Because they shout they want their meat!
Nothing will come their way
The history in Middle East will say
The crocodiles will try to copy
But history will tell on them
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