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| African Yeswecan Bird |
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| Great Bird of Truth |
From deep in the heart of the jungle, near the slopes of Kilimanjaro came the cry of the African Yeswecan bird---freemed, freemed, freemed and the well tanned Witch Doctor of the illusive Libocrat tribe picked up the ringing calls of the Yeswecan bird as the great man strolled past the village elders who were awed by his mere presence and majesty. He had an almost god-like quality and a proud gate in his walk. The elders gathered round him waiting for his thunderous, all knowing words. And as he looked into the tiny pool in the village center he begin to speak, occasionally looking up at the mesmerized crowd who had gathered for his great words of wisdom. Then the words flowed from the magic pool to the mouth of the great Witch Doctor. The words were clear, clear as the sparkling pool from which they came. And all ears were in tune to the sounds of the great one as he echoed the crys of the Yeswecan bird---freemed, freemed, freemed. When nearing the end of his flowing words a mighty Polemaetus Bellicosus (the great bird of truth), was seen circling overhead and the crys of the great bird were heard by the elders---whowillpay, whowillpay, whowillpay.
by Ron Russell
National Tea Party Home
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