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In the Trees I
Peck peck peck Red on their heads The troops move in The trees shake with dread. They’re loud! Like a mallet, banging on the wood, But like everything else in nature, The cycle must continue, to be good.
Peck peck peck Red on their heads The troops move in The trees shake with dread. They’re loud! Like a mallet, banging on the wood, But like everything else in nature, The cycle must continue, to be good.
