Wind and rain... perfectly in season
everything in its place
down to the pot one pees in
and yet here am I, the great soldier
a cat among mice
me, guarding this babe
like a storm guarding one grain of rice!
The enemy baby, with enemy milk on his chin
I guard, not to keep people out
but to keep baby in!


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