The crocodiles
Nothing good will flow
It is a one track mind
Only for themselves
The ripples in the swamp
The enlargement for their kind
Stalking it quietly of their needs
Nothing to share but their own
The crocodiles
Moving for the kill
If give them a way
They aren't going to stay blind
It is the weak mind
The voters can be manipulated
Easily lead to the swampy land
Be the meat but not the hunters
The crocodiles
Stay away from the bad
They have a one track mind
For their own kind
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