A New Nation

It appears to be,

Ugly and brown,

For I have the key,

That seems to frown.

The stumpy trees,

that have been cut,

Are actually bees,

That have been mutts.

Mysterious it sounds,

Those are people,

For this founds,

my favorite Mr Leoplle.

My friends and family,

Buried here,

Eww, so clammily,

That’s how they disappear.

Why choose them,

You may ask,

Here I am mum,

A raccoon with a mask.

I may have betrayed,

But I am good,

I have prayed,

And I need food.

Don’t you see the relation,

This is all true,

I have discovered a nation!


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