When it snows, it is cold, and for some it is hard to move on,
And all the birds can not fly, but they look like a swan.
As they swim across the seas, with speed and ease,
Leaving nothing behind, but the stench of cheese.

Here, all the laws of life is based on the baguette,
Which means everything is delicious, and nothing is a threat.
Whilst some might say it will become the perfect Earth,
But if we all moved here, will it be what it is worth?

But what a place that was, with all the things that I had seen,
I know no one will believe me about where I have just been,
As I am not special, just a tiny adventurous speck,
Along with normal limbs, body, head and my neck.

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