The
pond of frogs
They
croak hard for their own
They
don't care outside the pond
They
say it isn't their affair
They
want own kind
Jumping
joy in the pond
Gather
the faithful
Sing
a secret trade song
They
have their religion
They
have their song
They
have the population
But
they don't own God
This
is the imbalance
They
can't understand
The
frogs in the pond
They
jump high and fall
Yet
they still sing
On
the heavy rainfall
Croaking
the whole day
They
don't have to do a thing
The
pond of frogs
The
future they say it's the same
They
will live as it is
Nothing
to worry rain will fall
The
pond of frogs
They
want own kind to sing
Populate
the pond
Grow
in numbers weak of minds
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