Once in my dream, I found myself sitting
In front of me was a dinning table beckoning
On the table was laid three delicious-looking dishes
Omelets, fried chicken and vegetable salad being the list.
I tried my hand first on the omelets
As it looked really, really delicious
But amidst my action a group of eggs appeared
‘Eggs have the right to grow! ’ they loudly uttered.
So I turned my hand towards fried chicken
And the group of eggs before my eyes disbanded
But alas! In their place a gang of fowls emerged
‘Fowls have the right to survive! ’ they relentlessly perturbed.
In my dismay, I went for vegetable salad
And the gang of fowl before my eyes left
But in their place, a band of vegetable sustained
‘Vegetable also has the right to be preserved! ’ they declaimed.
At this stage, I really, really felt hungry
Without caring for scruple, I just wanted to eat freely
So I tightly, tightly closed my eyes and ears
And swallowed all three dishes in one big devour!
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