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High Flier, Low Diner
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Humor Soaring high
In the sky,
What is it,
I spy?
Silly people
Running to and fro
Without a clue
I know.
They race
to their end
where time
stands still.
Never realizing
It is their soul
they kill.
Tis ok
It is fine,
For when they drop
Upon their carcass
I dine.
Hmmm, time
to set a spell,
Looks like dinner
Just fell.
Drat, here comes
The family,
If I don’t get down there,
Nothing will be left
For me.
