Animals, animals,
They come in may mammals,
And varils groups,
Some packs, some heard and some flock,
Tick, tick around the clock,
Every minute of every day, an animals life is dedicated to a humans taste buds,
They die in great floods,
And are always eaten by us,
They are used at entertainment at circus and shows,
The lives are just full of may lows,
Although this may be good for us,
Its not for them,
They would no longer live, in the towering trees of the dence woods, or ever hear the birds chirping ,
But here, they would be weeping,
Weeping in sorrow and sadness,
They are now at our mercy,
At our feet,
Do all you can to protect these animals…
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Prisha Makam
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