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SEMI-ARID SAVANA
Bartworth Beekers bridge the gap,
That stood between the elephants and the Lion's baseball cap.
Moving herd South-wise across the warm savana,
The elephants first saw it lying like a heavenly Hosana!
It was a baseball cap, but the trees and fleas, and dogs and logs, all sang to it in high Hosannas!
"Halleluah! Halleluah!
"H A LL E L U AAAAaaaA H!"
"My aching back", said the Duke of the 'derms, "if I don't waddle and quack, it's a Lion's baseball cap!"
"WaaaaWuuuuuu", trumpeted the rest of the herd because you have heard the word that elephants and lions sometimes fight and usually the lion wins and on the colosal's spine takes a bite.
!FOOD FOR A WEEK FOR THE PRIDE!
[A covey of quail,
a herd of cows,
lions in PRIDES they all resides].
"WaaaaWuuuuuu!!!", most wanted to stomp it and flip it and rip it to shreds but wise old Duke he said, "We must bow our heads. All the ambient creatures glorify it with purples and reds!"
Bartworth came forward, or rather descended from a tree, and spoke in such a way that all 'derms and 'boons the great truth could see.
"It's like this yur majesty. This lion who 'ere done wear this baseball cap was none to proud of being a lion and 'aving to kill, to eat, sentient creatures that danzes and waulks.
So this morn'n we talked and he laid down 'is 'at and his team labeled socks.
'e was a devotee of God in the Chistian faith, but didn't mind chanting with the Krsna wraiths."
!!! HARE KRSNA! HARE KRSNA! ! ! !
"Was a Maha-bhagavata and by NOI 6 we should not fault him his skin, lungs nor nails, nor if he speaks any crooked tales."
So the old noble duke raised the hat to the tops of the trees and there it hangs today where everyone sees.
KIRATA HUNAANDRA PULINDA PULKASA...
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Meanwhile, the lion, whose name was Leo, a young man, b'cari, was loping south-west, having completely forgotten the hat of detest, but his mind gave no rest.
It asked, "If you don't eat meat, what can you eat?!"
For a dog or a man, God has a wide plan, but cats eat meat or they die.
"Did Vibhisana eat meat? He was a Raksasa. Do they have to eat meat?"
Then he came across a solitary rose bush named Rose Bush in the semi-arid savanah and sat down next to it and asked, "Are you a boy rosebush or a girl rosebush?"
"Girl," said RB.
Leo looked at him and said, "Liar! I can see you are a boy."
"Yes," said RB, "but don't hide what's lurking inside."
"Hare Krsna!" said Leo, "a homosexual rosebush!", but did not get up to leave. Then he asked, "Look RB, you have a broad perspective on things. What should I do? I don't want to kill animals to live but there is really not much option with the body I got. Actually I even like licking muscles too the bone over a few days after I take them home."
"Garumph," said RB, "by the way people like me fear vegetarians more than carnivoars.
Doars to Vaikuntha are always open. You could fast on water, die and go to heaven, just chant Holy Names as the very best leaven. As an alternative you could kill and eat criminals who are condemned to death by the laws of the state: wolves, jackals, patricide, matricide or those who murder their mate. You could protect the flocks of white fluffy sheep and eat, the assailants as your little ones bleat!"
"Cricky good gravy," sassed Leo, "I'll take your advice and unless there are enough wicked for rice, I'll take it as God's mercy and only take water and ice."
THE SUN SET AND LEO PASSED THE NIGHT WITH RB SMELLING THE EARTH UNDER THE STARS AND QUARTER MOON DISCUSSING THEIR EXPERIENCES IN LIFE.