
Because it takes two to pour the water,
To plough takes two as well,
But only one to hold up the sky.
One plays the harp,
Beats a rock with a stick,
Becomes a priest at least,
A delicious demon.
Two men need one money one money needs no man,
One is on ones knees,
Loses ones head,
Except maybe a delicious demon,
Then one is no longer,
So delicious!