Bari waxaa jiri
Two garments both alike, indignantly
In the shoe closet
Where we lay our seen
Star-crossed lovers can't hold a candle
To Abti Sock and Mamo Sandal

A Bonnie and Clyde of sorts
Fugitives of the fashion police
Not a season anywhere
Can they live together in total peace

Not too hot
Not too cold
Can't get wet
And they're always old

I can not wear them in the Fadhi
I can not wear then on the Salli
I can not wear them eating beer
I can not wear them anywhere

Mamo, Where'd you find this shabby sham
Who lives beneath the sole of man
She answered on demand
“Waxaan daganahay, Habo macaan,
Cag walba oo noo banaan ”
Adna Abti, Where would you say
Did your luck finally come into play
Finger shaking, he proclaimed
“Horta, wax kama galin gabaryahay,
Dacaskaan bass baan ka helay”

250 a.d, the style arose
Egypt claimed to fit the mold
A two pronged slipper hooved their people
To pair in hot climate
They made it legal
Actually it was the first
That Abti came from Mamos birth
I guess you can say they always were
Two of a kind, they naturally occur