A bud opened
Red in color
Like a puppy puppy
Standing in the sun,
And an acacia flower
The poor fell
In a dung from the road
What the cow had lost.
A ram throws around
As much as she sucks,
A worm entered her ass
And it kind of bothers him.
Griva is sitting there thinking
The bastard alone,
He lifted his trousers up
And sprinkle the fence.