Arms around good friends
Collieries in their mines
Rag fitters to their mess
Villainy can be asked for
And ethics can be put aside
As clouds can cover the hot sun
When they have as many worms around
Flies are soonest rid of the shady way
For menders abound, should it blow high
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem