The crocodiles
Opening their mouth
Nothing will come out good
It has become a comedy
Clearing forests
The tigers can roam easily
The tigers can be seen
What will happen to the tigers?
The crocodiles don't say
Because their heads can't spin it
Too many scriptures capturing attention
What they say become a comedy act
When the tigers lose their natural habitat
The animals will roam and hunt for food
Maybe the tigers should hunt the crocodiles
It will be a nice trophy displaying in the open
The crocodiles should return
To the swampy land where they belong
Floating aimlessly sometimes in silence
Let it be a show nothing else
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