Through the snowy steppe they dart,
A pack of corsacs, swift and smart.
In single file they run as one,
Leaving tracks in the snow, their race begun.
Their fur coats gleam in the winter light,
Their tails held high, a glorious sight.
Each one follows the leader ahead,
In perfect harmony, no words need be said.
Their paws leave prints, a trail so clear,
As they run together without fear.
Through the vast expanse they roam,
A pack of corsacs, finding their home.
Corsacs
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