In the country where no humans go
I think that you really should know:
     Humans wouldn't survive
     For they're eaten alive -
And their bones are then buried in snow.

In the country where no humans go
Lives a very peculiar crow:
     He has feathers of green -
     Quite resplendent and clean
                    T h o u g h
How on earth do you think that I know?

In the country where no humans go?
Oh I heard of this place long ago -
     But we poets tell lies - (shhh)
     And this fact's no surprise - - -
So, after my lying... I'll go.

                                                          Bye Bye

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