1 Crafty the wise, the mother.
Her shadows play out.
What of her children?
Crafty the wise.
2 Love and care is her wish
Who gives the wish?
Her society, her mother.
Crafty the wise.
3. Deep wounds she covers
She bleeds too.
For her child.
For herself.
Crafty the wise.
4. Crafty, crafty The mother
Wise, wise the mother.
She blows the pop
She blows the weasel.
Crafty the wise.
5.Crafty the wise
Where she comes
When she comes
What she does.
Crafty the wise.
6 Numbers count on her
She counts hers too.
Even young.
Even old.
Crafty the wise
7.My crafty, my wise
Your crafty, your wise.
Mother! My wise.
Mother! My Crafty.
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