CROWLS TO CROWN
CROWLS TO CROWN
Kookoro nkooko!
Crow and crowl!
A rhythm gives
Gives a road to
A rhythm to get.
Wake up wine up
Dance it as bit
Wind it way up
Let the alert be
Crow and crowl!
A rhythm to get.
Jiggle the bell
Rings the bell,
Giggling always.
Kookoro nkoo!
Kookoro nkooko!
Cut it trot out
A true is vagued
Cut a cockrel in
Crawling fade up.
Warn them with
Percussive drum,
Wake them with
Parrotic words,
Their fingers show
Their signals in
Low frequencies.
The bigglers blow
To wake slogans
Blow their demises.
Warn them with
The true songs
Wake them with
The waves nate.
Mute in mote out
Makes a music.
A dance to silent
Rooms in melodies.
Warn times with
Percussive bata,
Wipe them with
Stripped leather
To achieve a lyre.
Strikes hardly
Strikes loudly
Lament a tale.
Story stories!
Starring stories.
Wipe them all
They are noisy,
Warn them with
Tears off a drum.
Strikes hardly
Tears off a dear.
Gives in a step
To bear the pains.
Gives in a breath
To lead a song.
Intro shows intent
Intend bears in notes.
Gives out a cheer
To a singer in pub,
Man praisers prowl
In stressful intones.
The birds sweat alot
Feathers veiled it.
Just said than done
A bailout of a deal,
Kooks of the cocks
Is clocked amist.
Crowl as a coward
Can never be crowd,
Crowl as a bird
Be crowned inpole.