The growing seedlings sets themselves to this abominable pretense
They look fine from far, and far from fine ones you're closer
They're children of transgression, offspring of falsehood,
Inflaming themselves with gods under every Green tree,
Slaying the children in the valleys, under the clefts of the rocks

It's done for sacrificial necessities, upkeep and outsmarting poverty
The wise calls it dirty, saints calls it a cursed occupation
Engaged calls it a daily bread
What a ill-mannered society!

It's a daylight enemy but a true friend of darkness,
It's not a dark night darling but a peppered sweetness business,
The educated are used to it,
Behind this noble institution; is education a key to success, or
A key to harlotry access
Children of the sun sweat to earn, but not sweet to earn