Coming out of the blue
I saw you in red
Coming out of the fog
I raised my head
And leaping onto logs
I said
I'm out I'm alive
Don't make me go
Back down that pithole
I don't want to work underground
It'll destroy my soul
But likewise
I don't have the energy
To rise above this dull chorus of frogs
Who ribbet and bekekex bekekex
koax koax
croak their throats
At river boats
passing over
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