Sal-u-tay to the west wind
for it ruffles up my skirt
made of brambles and cotton and rubbed in the earth.
Welcome to the wet ground
for it soothes in my skin
made of brambles and cotton and rubbed in my chin.
Sal-u-tay to the hot sun
for it brazens on my face
made of brambles and cotton and rubbed on with lace.
Welcome to the staunch smell
for it scrunches my nose
made of brambles and cotton and rubbed with repose.
Why hello to the ground pig,
Fare thee well to the woman,
and they sat on their sits,
soon turned away on their shoes
made of brambles and cotton with nothing to lose.
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