I saw you standing there
Upon your pedestal mountain top
You let your fearful cry

Then all your kind gather round
For a meeting of some kind
Then you run off into the night

All lie silent in fear
For what happens if ther next to die
When you come back you have the one who died

A deer of some kind
Then all your pups gather round
To see what you have brought them home

Can't you see what you do
You scare every little living thing
With out even trying to
 
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