WITH THE POWER OF AN ANGEL

I was working hard on the family farm,

A rattlesnake bit me on my far, right arm,

I suffered, and then I died,

Now with angels I abide,

And people I don't like, from heaven, I'll harm.

THE SEARCH FOR THE FOREST THROUGH THE TREES

I walked through the trees to find the forest, but not one forest was ever found,

All I found were leaves, stumps, logs, and trees upon more trees, and lumpy, squishy ground,

I did lose my way,

Was lost for a day,

Next time I look for the forest through the trees, I'll bring along my hunting hound.

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