He could do things with his mouth.
Oh, the sounds that would come out!
His tongue moved them all about
They protested but came out.
Those sounds would hold tight hands
They would bend to his demands
Acted just like they had plans
Roving about in bands.
Stirring up many various clans.
Then they’d stop.
They’d stop and in that moment
Moved the past come barrelin’ through
And quick on yer feet or slow to get up,
The sound would travel like current through you.
It was an echo rebounding that would
Do folks in.
Its ringing would fill their ears.
But those bells had a beat that
Could beat you up or down.
Depending on who you were.
And it don’t stop.
Thank you, friend.