buffalo
Breathe on me, my buffalo
Your hide warms to a warning
Of a death without words
I am ill after swallowing
Cups of pride; inside it paints me
With a bitterness I loathe
For the future tributes to Thom Sonny Green
Breathe on me, my buffalo
Your hide warms to a warning
Of a death without words
I am ill after swallowing
Cups of pride; inside it paints me
With a bitterness I loathe
For the future tributes to Thom Sonny Green
The buffalo from Buffalo
Who are buffaloed by the buffalo
From Buffalo, buffalo
Other buffalo from Buffalo
And all's above lay to pay tribute to
The future death of our Thom Sonny Green