Bow, sow, row, grow, how, bow, now;
Moral routines in the name of love,
And like a volcano of anger!
Mow, wowo, tow, yow, vow, low;
Paint it black and white to gain the msaases on your side,
For the football match is about to be played.
Roof, proof, woof, goof, hoof, poof;
Little by little and step by step,
But you still have your life in your hands.
Glass, class, lass, mass, pass, gas!
And of a sweet flow and a gentle flow,
But it is easier to start a bad habit than to break one.
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