The rains are coming
My nose is wacking, my throat is burning
The farms are shrubbing
But baba said the rain is coming

It started as a meek spark
Baba said it was mismanaged
Uncle G mismanaged it
Now the whole farm is burning

''Yes, a spark mismanaged'', said baba
Has killed the crops
Baba made us shoo uncle
Baba said we'll swim in new moon

Ahh, the rage has reached the roots
Tomorrow is new moon
But baba said; yes baba said
Or baba, are the rains still coming