On Foot
Let those kids get home late
We reach on foot a bit early
Let them visit the river--a corporal fullness
We tidy up, dishes had been untidy for long
Old daddy at home
Mom no more, never was
Brought us up with care
with clay, in own hands
Our kids—our siblings
would get home back when exhausted
No need to worry unreasonably
We go home walking a little on foot, a bit early
Our kids
Our siblings
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