Do you believe the people who be surrounding me? Yes, we will believe.nThe spit-bread girls got something that I need. Yes, we will believe.nGirls I’ll take a loaf if you’re offering. Yes, we will believe.nScrub your webbed hands cause you girls are none too clean. Yes, we will believe. nnNow Spit!nnGirls you spit all day, your throats will dry and flake.nHere’s my offering, take my spit-kiss and your dry will go awaynnWith my spit-kiss you will become clean. Yes, we will believe.nNo more shall you gather I got’s everything you need. Yes, we will believe.nThe buckets round my waist hold your new bread mixins. Yes, we will believe.nWork your piston arms inside my buckets then spit my needs. Yes, we will believe.nnNow Spit!nn[you did us wrong, you did us wrong]nnGirls you are pure-clean-females, you must realize my buckets they need refilled.nThe poor-folks laws, well those are my ways. I make sugary lip moves, yes, I will persuadenYou to wear my gathering buckets, but before you leave how’s ‘bout one more spit-kiss?nnWe were brought up by hand, ate flower and water. Not soft lip waifs raised on the breast of the mother.nWe walked the woods with blankets tied round our waists. We were generous and kind with everything we ate.nBut, we got lazy went against the poor’s-laws, our baskets grew holes dropping everything we got.nI made unclean with my mixed up offering, I need spit-girls to leave.n