GUESS WHAT THEY ARE 



THEY go stalking about all over the land, 

 They are white and big and tall, 



They grew in the forest, have crossed the seas, 

 In a cyclone they're likely to fall. 



There are far too many for you to count, 



Though you see them every day. 

 Commerce and people, the home and the press 



Would be sad if these friends walked away. 



They help do the work of the great big world, 

 Around them there's something that clings ; 



This something enables the country to talk 

 And gives electricity wings. 



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