In the heart of Somelos, where the looms go click-clack,
Threads like strings on a harp, weaving tales back to back.
With a whirr and a hum, the fabric starts to sing,
A melody of care in every woven string.
Swish goes the shuttle, tap goes the heddle,
Creating a hymn, a textile riddle.
Whirr and hum, the loom's sweet song,
In the hands of Somelos, where threads belong.
Each thread a note, in a symphony of care,
Click-clack, whirr, hum, filling the air.
A touch of excellence in every piece we make,
A harmonious blend, for your daily life’s sake.
Swish goes the shuttle, tap goes the heddle,
Creating a hymn, a textile riddle.
Whirr and hum, the loom's sweet song,
In the hands of Somelos, where threads belong.
Feel the music in the fabric, a touch so fine,
Every click and clack, a rhythm divine.
Join our symphony, let the textiles play,
In the grand hymn of Somelos, every day.
Swish goes the shuttle, tap goes the heddle,
Creating a hymn, a textile riddle.
Whirr and hum, the loom's sweet song,
In the hands of Somelos, where threads belong.