In a steep dive in the valley of history
I am reminded of two fellows
Bonded in mystery
Time made us friends, so kind were they
To a child of my age
Mama let them take care of us
She let them often to the house
I guess it was a case of trust in tribe
But their relationship was not defiled
Honest men they were, living in a baker’s den
Till one day out of nowhere, in the conclaves of their abode
Some woman came screaming their names saying they stole
No one heard their voices as it appears that people roared
They were ruffled and torn
As it appears that people were hungry to devour
“cut off their heads!” “thieves! thieves!! thieves!!!”
Dragged out of the baker’s den
They were pulled with tires on their head
Some man prepared two poles
And yelled “put them up let’s make…
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