Between the river and the southern seas
Mother quail was working; protecting
Her precious little babies; from me
Though I am no threat to her
Though I would love to be her friend
She was protective of her babies
Those bushes she hid behind; a godsend
Saw a shiny black snake lurking
Seeking something to devour
I prayed mother quail would succeed
Keep her babies safe for many a long hour
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