I will sing “AMBA”

So that I may

When I conclude, the saying

I will have explained

The crocodile’s behaviour

About his bragging

And those who fear to say

Anything in the farm

I proclaim saying

This crocodile

Is the rock

That defiles the farm

But then I say

Although he’s armoured himself

With a hard shell

He will rout not the rope

That crushes rocks

In the farm

We have seen crocodiles

Who bragged

They feared not the owners of the farm,

They routed not

The farmers’ rope

When the farmers started speaking

And tauted the rope tight

In the farm

If you see, an enunciator

Who values enunciation

I will retort,

I don’t seek void utterances,

But the crocodile

Who swaggers,

And the owners the farm

Frightened to talk

Cause me to speak

I will conclude, “SAYING”

Emphasising that

When the farm owners’ rope is stretched tout

As they start to speak,

That the witless crocodile

Will fail not to implore:

I was wrong to swagger

Declaring that

I, the crocodile

I’m already armoured

Sheathed in scales

To stifle the non sayers

In the farm

When they decide to speak