Look me right in the eye
And tell me what you see
Will I make a piece of meat
Or shall you set me free
To nobly traverse the forests with pride
I show my true colors, why do you hide?
Behind those long sticks that bang
Until they pierce my fellow's flesh
Hidden in greens and grays
Behind your awful blinding mesh
My head is not a prize I will be giving
My beauty only lasts as I roam living
