Talk about my ears
All the while I was an alien
An item of friendly mockery
Yes, the ears are special
Made to hear not this earth
Divine, a gift of nature
Giving to this innocent child
A burden bestowed
A blessing to see
To hear the faintest
Of voices, of the trees calling
Of the crickets, the bees humming
And the Snakes rattling
The streams silent whispering
And the echoes of the hills
The ears are cute,
Maybe I was actually an elf
A lot to it, mock it though
But do not touch the ears
Oiroegbu Halls
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