All of a sudden
Noticing a poisonous, deadly krait
Into the room
At the dead of night,
The snake with the red slick tongue
Was licking,
Branded and coal black,
Coal tar black viper
And after seeing it
While switching on the light
Hair stood on,
The krait,
The big krait shining black
And so horrible,
Oh, terrible indeed
And we calling,
Calling to kill it!
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