Wen he talk, da thunda, jalike az his voice, An make da watta inside da sky make big noise too. He make da clouds come up From da mos far places on top da earth. He make da lightning come wit da rain. He bring da wind outa his storage places.
“Erybody dumb, an dey donno how fo tink. All da guys dat make stuff from gold Ony come shame cuz a da idols dey make. Da idol kine gods dey make, dey not fo real! Dey no can breave!
Now, dey stay do bad kine stuff mo an moa. Dey cova idol kine gods wit dea silva. Dey know how fo make um real good. But dass ony peopo dat make um. Odda peopo talk bout dem. Dey tell, “Dose peopo dat make da sacrifices to odda gods, Dey kiss da bebe cow statues.”
Bummahs, fo da guy dat tell one piece wood, ‘Go come alive!’ O tell one stone dat no can talk, ‘Wake up!’ You tink da wood can tell you wass good fo you do?! Da idol get gold an silva all ova, but no mo life inside.