They climb the sunny stalks and say,
"Hooray! Hooray!"
They squeal over the last roses of summer
By rubbing their hairy legs together.
They peal an eternal kind of victory shout!
They sing of an unending glory,
An ever after happy story,
A life well lived, and yet, to be recast,
The best of days saved up for last,
Without a care, a worry, or a doubt.
-jenn
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