Tiger Structure

Like father like son 
Down the tree divines a dime
Rolling 'cross the line

Land ye Piece of Eight?
If only we were lucky
This one is stucky

When the coin lands there
We reconnect beneath breath
Quad old country lanes

As it's only half
We'll helicopter the rest
Right a round the time

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