Child’s Play

Hark, Hark, the dogs bark
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags and some in tags
And some in silken gowns
The rich they hoard the riches
They tie us up in stitches
In oils and coal, in blood and gold
They paint their pretty pictures

Whackfola tooralydo
Whackfola tooraiay
Whackfola tooralydo
It’s child play

Buiki and Bil in search of water from the hill
They fell into a broken moon
They’re lying up there still
Some will take the white bread
Some will take the brown
Some burn up on a candle flame
And fall upon the ground

Make me sour, make me sweet
Watch me beg out in the street
Play for money, play for fun
Jump before the starving gun