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The man stood, shovelling bloody corpses into his cart

In a former battleground, as ordered by superiors

He looked to the sky, wondering if what he was doing was the true right,

The caterpillar walked to the edge of the leaf

Fall  was coming, the skies were turning grey

He was scared of  the change, Didn’t know if it would be brief

In the middle of the great land

Performing was a small band

They were quite drunk

And their stage was junk

But to them, it was quite grand

Oh dear, oh dear, the 25th is almost here!

And I haven’t got my wife the gift for this year!

Let's see, on Amazon,

I don’t think she’d like a stool to sit upon,