Though mother earth is still feeding,
Though the old lady is still breeding,
But I see a lump on her loose breasts,
Your old mother now needs the tests.
The chicks are sicks in the safe nest,
Animals are unhappy in the forest,
Man is deprived of a peaceful rest,
Only increasing noise is at its best!
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