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if only i could fly

the snake it hungered painfully
and came upon a tree
above his head disdainfully
there sat a chickadee.
is stomach churned like vats of cream
his brain had turned to mush
he had to have that chickadee
to feast on for his lunch
but heights were his worst enemy
and birds were not his friend
it flew away and left him there
to meet his bitter end

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