Mother of the children I'm here Yes I'm here, but I'm so tired I have a knife that's sharp and indiscriminate
W hen he of the itchy fingers is around keep an eye on your fowls and your goats!
When he warns you about your fowls and goats He's being evasive; I'm the village stud, ask your wives!
Mother of the children I'm here Yes I'm here but I'm so tired I have a knife that's sharp and indiscriminate
Sleep, baby sleep, and be silent I don't need any water; your father is here He's sweeping my nether lands with a broom that tickles me So sleep, baby, sleep, and let your mother be a queen tonight
Mother of the children I'm here Yes I'm here but I'm so tired I have a knife that's sharp and indiscriminate
The threshing party is a psychosocial safety valve. It provides labour and entertainment and there's no censorship. Everything is speakable. People often use the occasion to do social commentaries or just to brag. No matter what someone learns on this occasion they cannot act on it. Evidence is always necessary. So there are no fights resultin from any of the disclosures.