Life is a stroll through an enchanted wood
In which there there many parts, bad and good
Some wolves roam, trying to hurt you
But some fairies flutter about, granting wishes too
There is much colour, myriads of flowers
But not all are harmless, fun bowers
Some hold poison deep within
These are those angels that would sin
Appearances can be deceiving
One must be careful of what they are receiving
Sweetest flowers can contain a bane
Same as the roughest bears can cause no pain
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