The one that falls behind, The slowest of the herd, Is the easiest to target, It has never been hard. All eyes on you my dear, In the brutal hunt of more, The hunt not of survival, But just to save and store. Run as fast as you can, Run by push and pull, In the jungle of the beasts, That is the only rule. I know you won’t change, Just because you can’t, I know you would die, In this deadly hunt. The target of the tiger, Your death is very near, But still I feel for you, The sad and slowest deer.