The tribals work even in their dreams
As the wake on Mother Nature's
Lovely in-seams and streams...
They collect holly on Holi
And they tell everybody
A mighty good story...
On Holly day they play
With fire and mud
And eat thick soup, drink tea
And eat fruits and suds
And when they meet
A real holy man
They give them the
Bounties of Mother Nature
With their own two hands...
The colours of the Earth
Paint their clothes and homes
And very soon holly tribals
Dance one to two
On a holly table
On a holly day
Eating fruit
And sipping cola...
What a wonderful breezy
Lucky Holly Day
For the tribals.
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