I am just passing
Do not think that I'm listening
To your exploits
I am on my way to my farm
Not to where tales have long tails
If all that nature avail is edible
The sky will not be above
If what is chewed
Doesn't fill the entrails
Then drinking a barrel of liquids
Will be in vain.
If you taunt me by the rainy season
It will be my turn to laugh by dry season
I am an orphan
Careful not break a pot of water
And not a pot of oil.
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