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Don't cry, don't cry
Little child
Don't cry
For food will soon be ready
And when it comes
Your lung shall
Sing song of praises
And your stomach
Will dance the happiness beat

Luke up in the sky
Little child
And be a frend of thy tears
Have it in mind
That mummy is in the Kitchen
Unhappy for thy hungry
For this cause
Be glad
That thy mummy love thee

Little child
Never proposed to hope
Look on your table
And sea your lovely dish
With waving aroma
Waving at you to come
Ha! Ha!! Ha!!!
I sea your white musk
Rejoicing beneath thy lips

Little child
Do you now know
Thy mummy love you?
Yessss!!!
She really cares
Mum!
I am proud of you

Written by Samuel Sanusi
Posted on 05/06/13