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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=401162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wiley Wildebeest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm just a young wildebeest, and to say the very least, <br>Not all that appealing to the eye, <br>See 'round these plains, between crocs and manes, <br>By the grace of God, go I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now it's fair to think, I'm a food-chain link, <br>But that's not what irks me the most, <br>More the continual strife, of the migratory life, <br>The tough slog from pillar to post.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incredulously, we do this annually, <br>Because we're genetically predisposed, <br>Whoever got it in their brain, to follow the rain, <br>To me that name must be disclosed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See we're a million strong, and our tumultuous throng, <br>Trek for kilometres in countless degrees, <br>Our way's riddled with foes, but it's me that they've chose, <br>And so I must the crocodiles appease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they line the river-banks, in reptilian ranks, <br>As it's reached this time of year, <br>Making their moves, upon hearing our hooves, <br>And smelling the quadrupedal fear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it's me who goes first, disobeying my thirst, <br>To summon the croc king close by, <br>'Excuse me sir, ' in nerves I slur, <br>'Make way for my friends and I.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You what, ' he said, and I watched in dread, <br>As his suppressed vexation grew, <br>'You loricates won't feast, on fresh wildebeest, <br>For all of us, we are gnu.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh! ' he replied, as if he'd just denied, <br>All his ancient ancestral genes, <br>'I must be confused, ' he ruefully mused, <br>'All is not quite as it seems.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then won't you make way, as we musn't delay, <br>We are all travelling toward pastures new, '<br>And we gambolled across, without solitary loss, <br>And slaughter did somehow eschew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Greg+Costello">Greg Costello</a><div class=q>
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Not all that appealing to the eye, 
See 'round these plains, between crocs and manes, 
By the grace of God, go I.

Now it's fair to think, I'm a food-chain link, 
But that's not what irks me..."></div>
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