Two old folks,
A discuss under the shade
Smoking the the last of their cigars
Life is well lived at the sight of their grandchildren
Two old folks
Sit on a onelegged stool
Always calling the passersby a fool
Biting the last of their colanuts
Come for ideas,the man on the gong beats
Two old folks
Souls adjoined from birth
Two old folks,working on proverbial
They drink to the rains,
The splush of leaves counts your last days
It's not long before we see the morning star
Two olds folks,
Sing the tunes of their fathers
The birds flop their fluffy feathers
These tunes we send to our grave
