Tuwo it was she sold
Tuwo it was I purchased
The hutu agent she had as a daughter
The hutu agent she was was as a tuwo meal vendor
Fired at me she has done a few times with her hutu hind rear
A plate of tuwo I wanted to buy yet again
Her enemy hutu worker daughter aimed at me in the shadows
Fled I did flee from her tuwo spot
Today her hutu daughter's bent rear aimed at me
Fired at me is the status of hutu hind gun
A narrow escape it was I had yesterday from her tuwo meals
A narrow escape indeed!
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