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Humanoids frighten me,
when they are around,
it is always us, that must flee.
Beating trees, and making sounds.
We stay alone in the woods,
and mind our very own business,
they seem to think we have bad moods,
but it is they that are aggressive.
Quiet, private forests are regressive,
and in the silent places that we love,
THEY always seem to be possessive,
and even encroach on the sky above.
We try to stay, out of their way,
but they insist on encroaching,
and we then can just no longer stay,
constantly moving, always searching.
Way up high in mountains of Tibet,
can't find us here~? don't you bet~!
A footprint in snow, was the giveaway,
and the chase is on, that very day~!
Next we moved into the Alps,
and with an echo, we made great sounds,
But they just answered to our shouts,
and said there must be a "big foot" around.
Pack your bag were off to China,
deserts for us are just too open,
so don't stop in Asia miner.
Run like hell, must keep on loping.
Across the straight, into Alaska,
but met with all of those dumb gun nuts,
this turned into a great disaster.
so head on south, must move our butts.
What can we do, they just don't stop,
they want to civilize us, and make us work,
at building cars, or growing crops,
but from their civilization, we'll always shirk~!
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