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Ashe bash

I live on Jimmy Ashe's farm,
Down in Watamu, Kenya way.
I get milked to anti the harm
My venom can cause - bite or spray.
I am my own species, do tell,
Called large brown spitting or just Ashe.
Named for Jimmy - isn't that swell? -
The guy who milks me for the cash.
One of these days Jimmy will feel
My venom spit into his eyes,
Flung from my fangs in scaled up zeal.
I don't like Jimmy - no surprise.

When I was first born I did hiss
At Jimmy, and spit but did miss.