The Idealist
There is a place where bears reside
Alongside rocks and flowing creeks
And as they leap with lashing paws
Contented in their lairs they hide
The robin chirps aloud up high
Upon a branch he lands and sings
In trees near forests he shuts his eyes
To one who lives in trees and dens
Is black with legs and webs, it spins
To whales who live at sea then beach themselves
Crabs appear beneath those sands
While men build houses with their hands
The rabbit lives in holes below the ground
And turtles take their shells to sea and land
To each his own they would insist
For one and all the same, in blood and flesh all idealists.
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