Song of the Rhino
Big One with disfigured snout
hear him whining, hear me shout
Poachers without heart have maimed him
Horn of plenty, they have claimed him
Unwise men came from the East
void of incense, filled with sin
Angels weep, behold the beast
without his nose of keratin
On the hills the flames are dancing
Lo, the filthy rich are prancing
Rudolph Rhino lies a-dying
for his nose of keratin
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