For help, go and rescue
The seeds are getting bad.
Our forest are growing bald
We are lacking our usual covering
Do you know what we have lost?
Our harvest have been trussed
No more content for defense
And our leaders are on the fence.
The beast is back while we slumber
Can't you hear it quick slurp of red liquid
Awake sleeping soldiers, awake.
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