5 Even da muddah wild deer Go way from da bebe she jus wen born Cuz no mo grass dea.
“Naftali! He jalike one wahine kine deer Dat da peopo let run away, An bumbye, get nice looking bebe deer.
Wen Da One In Charge tell someting, He make da deer wahines born dea bebes An da trees come bolohead But inside da Temple wea Da One In Charge stay, Erybody yell, “God, he awesome!”
I stay cry cuz da watta from Nimrim Stay all dry up, An cuz da grass fo da animals stay come dry, No mo green tings dea.
Da cows moan, Dey donno wea dey stay going, Cuz dey no mo grass. Even da sheeps stay suffa.