Slipping down I slowly go,
In to my jar of honey.
Inside my pot it’s cozy, warm.
But, who will feed the hungry?
Without the lights, I see the world.
It’s not the same without me.
I try so hard, but life’s not fair.
At least I know when I’m in here
I’m not the one who’s burdened with
The task to fill their tummies.
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