Tie his legs
The lazy one that goes to the farm
And sleeps on mounds
He has a red throat
And palmwine froth from within
His breath is foul and stale
If a fish lives in water
Will he be thirsty again?
He snores
And the air is bad
Tie him up
The lazy one that goes to the farm
And sleeps on mounds
Wake him up like an elephant
Only with a log in your hands.
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