savage explorers,
demand gold and sausages,
rip maps in backroom
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savage explorers,
demand gold and sausages,
rip maps in backroom
bread, fish, and sausage,
one aunt irma's gift basket;
mana of the gods!
my foresters cry,
return with seeds to find logs,
from cutters trailing
exotic storehouse,
portal to faraway lands,
general travels
the settlers gather,
victorious troops returned,
the crowd shouts with joy
fallen warriors,
fighting tyrany abroad,
ever on our minds
I stretch and sniff air...
Oh, is it springtime again?
LaKitteh yawns, naps.
You lowly humans:
Pet me, feed me, brush my fur!
I give you purpose!
In my "box" for you,
Lots of fragrant offerings..
Clean up my "litter".
I do miss Egypt,
when Bast the Cat Goddess ruled.
Feed me treats, you slaves!