in those living in the cave days,
was a big piece of wood,
big enough, to hit an attacking
animal, be it a lion or a tiger.
In these golfing days, the club
is a piece of metal, big enough,
to hit a little white ball, and
the only attacking animal comes from within,
the only attacking animal comes from within,
the voice which kept yelling:
Danger! There is water
in front of the green!

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