I'm made of flesh only flesh
Weighty but no bones;
Very soft..tender-looking
Can't walk fast;
Elephantine gait;
‘thap..thap.. thap...
Folding twisting round by pressure
As well as condensing
Make me a sphere and roll down
Let the world watch...
I can also trample
The thorny bush and shrubs,
coppice, Weeds, stones, sands...
Old palaces..birds' nests
Devil's workshops...
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