Help me if you can't!
I feel like an ant
Millions of years ago
When we were all free
To suck our sugar
And grow our own beans
When the lakes were all oceans
And man lived in the sea
Those were our days
This is our dream
I wish I was a mole in your garden ground
My name is my odor
And all colors are gray
No words from my mouth
Use telepathic ways
When the earth opens wide
And time ceases to be
Beware the sword of justice
And children of the sea
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