There once was a scorpion
who lived under a rock
who dreamed every night
that he was a hawk
in dreams he would soar
through the night's skies
searching the seas
for his most wanted prize
there was always a scorpion
who was truly a hawk
but at the end of each night
he would crawl under his rock
He would continue to do this
until he got his true wish
that someday he would catch
a lightning like fish
There will be a bird
who once was a hawk
who lived as a scorpion
under a rock
a bird so colorful
because he got his true wish
that one day he'd catch
a lightning like fish
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
There once was a scorpion
who lived under a rock
who dreamed every night
that he was a hawk
in dreams he would soar
through the night's skies
searching the seas
for his most wanted prize
there was always a scorpion
who was truly a hawk
but at the end of each night
he would crawl under his rock
He would continue to do this
until he got his true wish
that someday he would catch
a lightning like fish
There will be a bird
who once was a hawk
who lived as a scorpion
under a rock
a bird so colorful
because he got his true wish
that one day he'd catch
a lightning like fish
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