The oillionaire tries to buy all that he sees, but his reach has no authority over the kings of the trees.

A foray into freedom lets anyone know: on which branch to alight is choice’s wonder to share and show.

Man’s hot streak will eventually to tepor turn, but chirpers, drawn to that which is bright, have countless flights to burn.

As fallen trees and paved rabbit holes develop loss, the pocketless hold wealth as Wonderful-land’s quaint un-boss. ; )

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