In land far away covered by the greenest of grass
where the trees oversee everything they cast
shadows over creatures with necks longer than they'd ever need to be.
They're a particular bunch. They eat the leaves of the trees.
And to be of such construction, they need the strongest of knees.
They're silly and they're lovely and they're towering so high above me.
And they get stuck in slides, you can see it in their eyes
that remain at the top of their heads and when they sigh
the atmosphere changes, because life is the strangest thing.
And how strange it is to even be alive?
But an existential crisis could never hold them down.
They've got songs to sing, and joy to bring to the playground.
Devilish those slides, but still they go.
And even after getting stuck, their demeanor doesn't change,
because no slide could break their spirits like the New York Stock Exchange
breaks the heart of a man who put all of his chips down and lost everything.
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