I the lover of eating, sweet is Nchalo
One way or the other pinches in your heart
Why only meat and red is the carpet here
Because nchalo is salty sometimes
I the lover of sleeping, bed is Nchalo
One way or the other it drives me nuts
Why only locusts rotating like earth 360 degrees
Because nchalo is swampy sometimes.
I the lover of fresh air, cool is nchalo
One way or the other it burns my heart
Why only fire crackers are found here
Because Nchalo is hotter and a friend of hotest
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