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When I was grass, perhaps I may have wept / As every year the grass-blades paled and slept; / Or shrieked in anguish impotent, beneath / The smooth impartial cropping of great teeth- / I don't remember much what came to pass / When I was grass.
When I was monkey, I'm afraid the trees / Weren't always havens of contented ease; / Things killed us, and we never could tell why; / No doubt we blamed the earth or sea or sky- / I have forgotten my rebellion's shape / When I was ape.