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The adders curled around her,
Slithering through the windows.
Singing "Serpentina,
We are your only cover now
Put your hand to the sound:
These are the scales you'll call your own.
We'll come back in August, after the fall,
It turns this all red."
Jackals poured around him,
slinking in through the front door.
Singing "Canaferal, we are your only refuge now.
Put your hand to the sound:
This is the fur you'll call your own.
We'll come back December, after the winter
Turns this all blue."
Down the shore, Down too low.
You'll Find the floor, the undertow.
Sparrows swarmed around her,
Fluttering down the chimney.
Singing "Aviana, we are your only harbor now.
Put your hand to the sound:
These are the quills you'll call your own.
We'll come back in April, after the spring,
It turns this all green."
Down the shore, down too low,
You'll find the floor,
The undertow.