Tax man! The tax man is coming,
He is in company of the city Askari
Armed with clubs and sten-guns
In the militant spirit of field combat
Reconnoitering to the point of rampage
In full readiness to attack and wound
The street hawker in Nairobi city,
The dominant city tax payer is under siege
He has no option; is either tax or death
tax man! Tax man! Don't kill a hawker.
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