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"There is a certain four-armed creature, That has a certain
feature:
No, not it's laser eyes, Or the way it spies, Nor the way it dies, Or,
for that matter, lies; But how it likes to see a human die.
Yes, their quest to ride all of Moodara of all humans, Isn't quite all
right with humans;
But they just can't seem to fight them off, Although many a knight has
scoffed
At how he could rid Moodara of these baddies, But then those laddies
Get themselves rid of.
Some say you can't kill them, Some say you can. But their is a very
certain fellow, and, yes, his name is Ben.
He says that mens problem is not their weakness, But the power of the
foes, As the saying goes.
Some try to kill in a garden with a garden hose, But fighting this
enemy like that is no better that picking your nose, As the saying
goes.
Little have been killed, but some do; Don't try to use anything, even
Kung-Fu, If you don't have the element of surprise with you.
And don't try to destroy them,
Just keep them at bay,
And feed the weak,
Even if all they have is a beak,
To show them how noble a human a be,
Then, maybe they will see,
It is them that is evil, not ye.
They don't think you're evil any more;
They just hate.
That is their weakness,
So don't fight hate with hate, fight hate with love- and the
occasianal be-heading."
"You made that up?" you ask.
"Yes, I did, but I took the whole idea and the occasianal verse
from a book, and a song. Good luck, human!"
"A wise choice. Ahem..." he clears his throat:
