The play of the Fox
In Long Island of the Atlantic Ocean,
I saw the play of the fox;
The people are like the animals of the street
Those who have no love and fraternity.
By remaining busy for money and money,
Walking past the street from morning to dusk,
To run for wealth after wealth;
To fulfil the purpose of being wealthy and rich,
In Long Island, some people have Money,
And Orchard feels proud to get more,
To fight against snatching the bread and butter,
They survive and compete to be the fittest.
The thing that they glitter,
The thing that they work to win,
For the growth of a human skeleton.
In Long Island of the Atlantic Ocean,
I saw the play of the fox;
The people are like the animals of the street
Those who have no love and fraternity.
By remaining busy for money and money,
Walking past the street from morning to dusk,
To run for wealth after wealth;
To fulfil the purpose of being wealthy and rich,
In Long Island, some people have Money,
And Orchard feels proud to get more,
To fight against snatching the bread and butter,
They survive and compete to be the fittest.
The thing that they glitter,
The thing that they work to win,
For the growth of a human skeleton.
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