There are lions in jungles that roar with pride.
There are snakes in the grass, they're sly, they hide.
There are sheep led by pastors, so fluffy and round.
The wolves are just hungry, they wander around.
Frogs croak very loud, with their big mouth they gossip.
The flies hear them talk, but they're eaten. Wait, pause it.
I hear them buzzing, getting closer to my window.
The window of the heart, that speaks secrets and lingo.
Bingo! I hit the lottery, how flattering and fun of me.
to share my secrets with the enemy that flies closely.
the fly knows the frogs know the wolves know the sheep know the snakes know the lion.
The lion wants the money to buy a steak for his belly, and his women but I think he's lying.
The snake went for the pickpocket. He better keep trying.
The frogs want a house to gossip and pry in.
The fly wants some wings to fly fast without dying.
The wolves want some wool to look cool. I'm not buying.
That lie because I'm the pastor, and I know that this money
is not for the fakes, the greedy, the snakes, or the ones that talk funny.
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