THE WEAVER BIRDS


Chi-chi-do-do,weavers birds climbing.
Dreams and aspirations aborted.
Pretending never a predator in making.

It's the worst of time, never the age of wisdom when a Farmers plantation is not for him and his family.
It's now for Weaver birds and cleptomaniacs

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Destroyers never your dreams to respect. They can do anything to make you cry. Becareful and beware