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| A Blue Marble Earth is a marble, Clear and true, With clouds of white, And skies of blue. Earth is a marble, With day and night. It has fast rivers, dense forests delight. Earth is a wonder, With animals in slumber, With seas of blue And trees of new. Earth is splendid, But how can we know, When what we focus on are Warboats that row? Weapons of fire, With no dreams or desires . Earth was a blue marble, With crystal-clear skies, But how come now we have only hate in our eyes? |
| Tiger Slinking, sneaking, stalking softly The tiger prepares to pounce. His prey runs away, He'll hunt the next day For the prey is exceedingly scarce. A nearby pool, He'll make himself cool For the jungle is quite hot. He shakes himself dry Then tries to find some bigger fish to fry. He catches no fish, But there will soon be a catch. The tiger himself looks around. He sees something, Bon Appetite. Without a thought, He jumps, and the rope comes quite taught The trappers are coming to see what they've caught. He is carried away, Then is stripped the next day Of all that he has to offer. The fur, muscle, bone, and meat All are taken without sorrow. The trappers make money And find it quite funny That they have made it so quick. They go the next day In the jungle they'll stay Until they find some more prey. Why are they doing this?! The people cry out. But it will never help the tiger if people just shout. We need to raise money Then the trappers won't be very funny Just as soon as they're caught. For they cannot stay, Or the tiger will die and the earth shall be in dismay. |
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