Is it a grudge? anyway
know not why
they scream and fume
and spell a gloom.
Is it jealousy? anyway
know not for what
they boil and blast
and cast a doom.
Is it greed? anyway
well that could be
they amass and hoard
a treasure for their progeny.
Well, the way they go about
seem to be steady and straight
there could be a havoc
a steal of the deposits.
Nothing could be predicted
like the wind, rain and snow
a clean sweep would bring
misfortune to the door.
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