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
