Gorillas stepping fields,
Not even meant for filthy feasts.
Apparitions' yearning tools
tend to get no magnitude.
Thus, we are not to show up impure hoods
Warfare wears weird wears,
Dreams get to their awful ends,
Might get dined in its sentiments
Classifying its leverage less defense.
Then where are the firm independents?
We claim robust ability,
Standing up for the lusty utility,
Yet, weigh down by little tranquility.
Then what strives to ensure our responsibilities
Here and there, we all swim in hazardous impurities.
Likewise, the best we promise,
No more butterflies,
Not even in our tommies.
Odious records right in our files,
Now we look up to the great Muffy.
At the sight of wars,
We set in eyes,
Great victory warmth.
Attaining fewer defeats,
We say with our portrayed heart,
Progress on, we wish,
from our great intense.