I speak of the truth most frankly
Like a nursing mother speaks of care
It beats my imagination most honestly
Why men tell lies or even dare
Truth is soothing like morning sun
It hurts listening to a lying tongue
Truth is reassuring, telling one can be fun
Blue is the tongue that tell lies, forever be glue
Spank the child to speak honestly
He mustn't share the fate of his ancestors
Let him learn of the future presently
And pave way for his successors
Our ears will be open to their cries
If our tongue remain dark with lies
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