Liza Blue

Within the dense jungle of Burma are where ****** are found

And poor peasants eke out a living in the mines underground.

They’d rather be * * * * * working on their farms nearby,

But a seven year drought has left the land parched and dry.

Every now and then a cave in ****** one of the diggers,

But they keep looking for gems that are bigger and bigger.

They search for the perfect stone the color of a fresh tender  ******,

Colored deep red and purple without any hues of blacks or of blues.