In a meadow where the wind swayed free,
Lived three friends—quite different, you see.
A sheep so gentle, wool so bright,
A goat who climbed with stubborn might,
And a pig who dreamed of fields untamed,
Together faced a choice unnamed.

The bear stood strong, his voice was deep,
Promised safety, vowed to keep
The forest calm, the rivers clear,
Yet his strength brought quiet fear.

The wolf was sharp, his words like steel,
He spoke of cunning, change, and zeal.
He said, “The strong will take their place,”
But left behind a ruthless trace.

The tiger prowled with regal air,
Golden eyes that dared them stare.
“Through power, pride, and endless fight,
We’ll rule with glory, fierce and bright.”

The sheep stepped forth, “I long for peace,
A world where fear and fights will cease.”
The goat said, “But we must be wise,
A leader’s might should match the prize.”
The pig then sighed, “Through all this din,
Who rules should serve, not just win.”

Their voices rose, they cast their say,
Hoping for a brighter day.
Yet who they chose, none quite could tell,
For power and peace must balance well.

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