I can knot sing a song
And dance I can knot dance
But I can twist my tongue
With these my nature chance
To tell the world my name
And wear my neck coat fame
What I am is what I am
What I can't is what I can't
I'll love and hold what I am
And never seduce what I can't
By fair tong; many a-tailor are loved
For the patterns they can knot sew
After by steel; clients clothes is puffed
And they goes low like a cold stew
Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 05/06/13
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