Their stampeding feet
Make Safari-Ants to flee
Their strong fist
Make cowards ask for plea
That's our men dancers
Their wasp-like abdomen
Sway left-right, left-right
So beautifully.
Their dangling breasts
Sway too
Left-right, left-right
So gracefully.
That's our women dancers.
Our dancers
Dancing to the slaps
Of the drummer's rough palm
Accompanied by claps
And ululations
From on-lookers.
IT IS INITIATION SEASON
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