Dear Deer mice,
Not you alone can hibernate
such awhile, dead to the world-
the sweet wet season can, as well.
Dear stork,
Not you alone does migrate
such awhile, to give haze a chance-
the embroiderer season also does
Now all these,
where then does the wet season dwell
during its long hibernation feat
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