it's gonna take a whole lotta us

to rhyme with hippopotamus

but spin us tight and long when we're halved

and you'll wind up with a whole giraffe

the shaman wasn't even tryin'

when he turned a fawn into a lion

and we in the tribe tremble at the well

hear a moan through the branches and flee like gazelle

while one bleating calf and one small child

look at each other and then run wild

teaching the elders who speak to the spirits

they should say nothing and the animals will hear it

then how different are we with our crowns absurd

who either hunt or hide in the herd?

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