When You See Mother
when you see mother
tell the tale
tell this dear tale
that he dwells
in the woods
like her hairy kids
who now live as lambs
beside some shepherds’
green pastures
planted by the lions’ dens
within these niger’s banks
banks swollen of grasses
grasses housing the weavers
oh, tell the tale
tell this dear tale
when you see mother.
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