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Great batsmen are all, very short
Wonder, the reason, my taller friend
The bat is short, forces you to bend
It ain't the effort that lets you down
It ain't just, to make them bend
Bent backs don't, last that long
Take off the limit, on the length,
Of the thing, they hold in there hand
In the jungle, there lives a cat
Eates good flesh, never a rat
Sleeps through the day, hunts in the night
When I saw I said "Oh my God! what a sight"
Nine lives its got, people they tell
An idea I found, hard to sell
Until one day, when I saw it hunt
Nine is too little, for what it has learnt
Nothing is straight, in my mind
Full of curves, coils, spirals of all kind
Every morning, with tea in my cup
I wonder how would I, straighten them up
There was a force, that had them curved
Ate my strength, nothing it served
One day I realised, this is second life I live
So there's nothing to loose, and its time to beleive
He saw an animal, very large
There wasn't a place, where he couldn't barge
Roamed in the jungle, with no fear
"Ah, think I, call it a bear"
He saw an animal, that moved so slow
Opened its mouth, and a horn would blow
He saw his son taking milk, and just said"wow!"
"Ah, think I, call her a cow"
He saw an animal, up in the sky
Sat him thinking, how could it fly
This animal, always wanted to be heard
"Ah, think I, call it a bird"
He saw a bird, with a voice so sweet
Went to the work, didn't mind any heat
Started singing, while it was still so dark
"Ah, think I, call it a lark"
Birds, my dear birds, you taught us humans how to fly
To sleep on the wings, Is now what we have to try
All our dreams, that take us far and wide
Are made of wings, held on your side
You gave us the urge, and some of the clues
Then came the surge, took away the blues
On the wooden raft, we set for the sail
You are the one, we love to hail
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