The moos
They stole a chance
They didn't make it
It was a downhill ride
Now on the side
Barking like green monster
Of the Renaissance Man
They will be carted away
The moos
Sad to say
Mat Jenins in the air
Building castle of their own kind
The 3R they croak
Only to suit their survival
Nothing good in their deeds
It is only for their own needs
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