For Fear of monkeys
I will never plant my corn
In my own house
I will never detest trouble
And have my knees behind my legs
Like a hen.
I will fight on
Persevere bravely
Into the kingdom of warriors.
If I worship you, fear
I will be expecting
The snail soon
To pick his feet
Put them onto its torso
And run away.
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