In the land of the deep, but not profound,
We just might see a deer.
You shouldn't make a single sound,
And must respect their seer.
The people there are very odd,
and have strange tastes.
They do not like fish, or even cod,
And really hate their waists.
They do love food, but hate to eat,
Eggs might just be best.
They think Mississippi is really neat,
but don't like home to rest.
They love to kill, they hate life,
But murder is not liked.
Any knife will cause strife.
but wheels get them psyched.
So tell me now, what it may be,
that sets this word apart.
A tag is missing. They love to see,
To roll they like, but not to start.
