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Dada taught me cards.Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.His big belly like a cannon ball.
Dada has stories from Calcuttawrapped up in his big belly.When he belched they would unravel.
Sugarcake!Sugarcake!Ah chile sweetie tinga Trini granny could mek:
I was born with a map of Australia on my face;it was beautiful, my mother told me – there was nobody like me in the whole wide worldwho could trace the edges of down under
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,
Mek me tell you wha me mudder dowha me mudder dowha me mudder do
Me muder pound plaintain mek fufuMe mudder catch crab mek calaloo stew
Song-bird shut dem mout' an lissen,Church bell don't bother to ring,All de little stream keep quietWhen mi Granny sing.