Deep within the Caribbean wood
Before the world, he stood
He stood, he sang
Words that cut
With a voice that fought
Coloring art with strife
The stage, he kept alive
Breathing soul to his art
The world, he touched to its heart
His inventions were reincarnations
A voice so loud
Rocking the north
Reverberating in the south
With fame
He chased away shame
Late one evening
Leppo went to Westmorland
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He turned it to a vile bay
Playing an evil play
Finally, and pointblank
On a thick mass of locks
There was a bloody drill
From temple to temple
It was the painful end
An eye for an eye
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