The caterpillars preach their sermons,
Crickets string their choirs,
Under the shade of Broadleaf.
Beetles teach their classes,
The sunlight shines through the foliage,
In the morning at Broadleaf.
The leaves are green,
The airport of insects is blue,
A canopy above Broadleaf.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
The caterpillars preach their sermons,
Crickets string their choirs,
Under the shade of Broadleaf.
Beetles teach their classes,
The sunlight shines through the foliage,
In the morning at Broadleaf.
The leaves are green,
The airport of insects is blue,
A canopy above Broadleaf.
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