Bare arms and bare legs and pingelepingelepom.
Regardless destruction.
What seemed to be a giant,proved to be a garden gnome.
Dressed in old curtains they throng the street.
They are getting mighty near.
Native uproar?
After spending a night on planning the journey I had a vision.
Hooting and tooting to scare evil off.
Banging drums and kettles to ward off gloom.
It's tough out there.
Mother and child.
Coming or going.
Wearing traditional costumes.
All of a sudden the locals start flocking the street.