An army marched very briskly
Millions and millions moved ahead
Black they all in their attire
Had no arms to harm any one
Not a leader to them all
Their stinking heels made no noise
Stopped not for a little while
Reached their army in a pile
One by one they went up their prey
Soon they took their positions of their choice
Started to pull it with all their might
Journey began towards their home...
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