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- JamesMatfield
a croc´s lament
*written on an crumpled piece of paper pinned near a sewer entrance*
Long must I swim and swim and swim
in waters so dim, so dim, so dim
to seek my food and feast my fill
hard must i hunt and often kill
small is the game, and all too hungry
the croc, the croc, the croc
ages ago, ago, ago
it was not so, not so, not so
Mammoth, Mastodon, giant Sloth
covered the world like a moving cloth
a single kill could easyly feed
the croc, the croc, the croc
they have all gone, all gone, all gone
and left me alone, alone, alone
left me endlessly seeking food,
few my numbers now,
small my brood,
the world has grown too petty to feed
the croc, the croc, the croc
but now comes man, comes man, comes man,
who breeds as he can, he can, he can,
vast in numbers and easy to kill,
from his hordes i can eat my fill,
I will not starve while man can feed
the croc, the croc, the croc
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(original by leslie fish...just slightly modified)
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