THE RHYME OF THE GRAY CANARY
There once was a yellow Canary
Who often flew into places quite scary
Some were dark & some were cold
But still this bird was rather bold
Without a fear, just will & might
He mustered corsage & he took flight
Down the depths of the tunneling mine
He flew & flew; what did he find?
Danger lurked in every crook & crevice
& worse the air could be quite venomous
Down he would go test the air
& on his journey, he found it quite fair
Up he’d ascend through the crooked tunnels
Under ceilings supported by columns and trunnels…
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*stay tuned for the next lines of the poem
that are revealed weekly as the names of our punches*
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