Somethings are told by toes,
like ho (they) are told by foe.
my toes like foe they rock like ho,
for 'em no friends or foe,
if no fret, no woe....
so woe to foe and hos to toes
for the minds that form the hands
that struck the blows
is like a tree full of buds and
buds unfolding just as they should
like the ripples from the ran-storm.
I've seen the Tunis
I've been to Texas
but the toes of man are like ho,
like foe without a blessing would be woe..
