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Here is the grackle, people.

Here is the fox, folks.

The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox

   hopes.

Here are the fronds, friends,

that cover the fox.

The fronds get in a frenzy. The grackle

   looks.

Here are the ticks, tykes,

that live in the leaves, loves.

The fox is confounded,

and God is above.

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