Moo afraid of pain
He has no direction
Waiting to get his aim
But there is nothing
The wolves keep howling
They want the meat thick of it
Moo is worried on his field
Wondering will he stay on?
The crocodiles only stare
“Don't ask us
We are happy
Basking in glory”
The monkeys and frogs
Moo has to give something
Else they will jump once more
Moo is totally at their mercy
Even if that doesn't worrying him
He has to contain his inner poison
He may cause it to ignite again
He has to stay cool but has he?
Moo is losing
The wolves pile on pressure
He has one place to call salvation
The place he was there before
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