parade of six legged friends
cutlets of leaves serve as sail
march in strict order; follow path
to astray is punishable by biting
some carry seeds bigger than them
in precision never heared complain
thick headed bright red, a soldier
keep lines straight drive away stalker
battles any intruders to ultimate, death
doesn't matter how big; even your feet
leave them alone; there will be peace
does it apply to us? love and kisses
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