O poor weaver , I told you poor.
Did you get snuffy?
You have been poor
To lost you habitation.
As I oust you from your home
And converted it into mine.

O poor weaver, I made you poor
I brought mobile towers
To stay connected
But it lost my connection with you
And your unhatched eggs got spoiled.

O poor weaver, I know
I have no mercy to you
That is why you are taking revenge
Using my own weapons(What I discovered for my convenience)


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