The crocodiles
Nothing much to say
Only in religion
They want to sound holy
They forget
The swamp they came
Living now on tarred road
They thought they could stand
They find it hard to socialize
With their swagging tails
Many will think twice
Listening to their words
The economic debts
Squeezing out most
Yet the crocodiles still talk
On their 2R game
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