Such a dark and dreadful deed, in our own Lorien...
We must all speak up. Allow me to introduce myself in song.
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I am but a student of the harp
Seeking knowledge of the musical arts.
I travel for my inspiration,
Through forests far and distant stations.
Yet of wonders beheld, none can supplant,
The glorious, transcendent beauty of ants.
Small yet strong, and of slender waist
By their presence we are graced.
The kin of wolves are lovely not;
Such creatures matter not a jot.
Those with ugly teeth and shaggy tails,
Must by all means ne'er here prevail.
We'll find them, catch them, cast them out.
They'll know their loss without a doubt.
And I shall return to my lyrical muse,
The Lorien ant of which scholars enthuse.
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