The hounds smell the ground
They come out from the cozy wild
They are afraid to lose it all
Now they have to work for it
They plot their games
Get the opponents to defend
Give them all sorts of curry
So they have to taste before complaints
Give the opponents no sleeping time
Let them think what they will do
The hounds bark in silence
They don't want to lose their cozy caves
Decades ago the hounds don't have to
They lived the lives of easy flow of honey
Now they have grown fat and lazy
They sniff around the sting has gone
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