PUREREHUA POEM
Sounds of whirring Rurangrango, blowfly
Makes you feel like you’re near a tornado in the sky
Gives you a shiver down your spine
Like you’re nervous because your names in headlines
Deep, buzzing sound blowing in your ears
Just don't let that be your fears
Carvings, shells and paint for decorations
That's just part of our great Nations
Try and make Lizards come to you
Just hope they’re not contagious and give you the flu
Made off Bone, Stone and Wood
Now you need to make that in your Childhood
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