No need olive branch
The crocodiles can't understand
Living in the swampy land
On the land they can't think straight
They still see with blink eyes
They believe the whole land is swampy
Full of easy picking and swimming free
In their minds they get the shock
Of roaring vehicles
Of many colourful balloons
Floating around their eyes
They don't like a bit
Collaborating with others
They can't stand the sight
Of tigers, snakes, tortoises
They want their own kind
So no need olive branch
Let the crocodiles choke
Let the hunters shoot
A game of fair play
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