There are times I would do as the ostrich is famed to do
Unjustly and inaccurately
But burying my head in the sand only leaves my ass up in the air
And flabby and pale though it is
With pimples upon it where the hair is worn away
From too mush sitting
Something is sure to come on by
And bite it
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