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Sugarcake!Sugarcake!Ah chile sweetie tinga Trini granny could mek:
A little bit of rice,a little bit of pea,on my platefor my tea.
A little bit of jam,a little bit of toast,in the morningswhen I love it most.
Don't be so glum,plum.
Don't feel beaten.
You were made to be eaten.
A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,Surrounded by servants but all alone.Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.
We goin' on a school trip today,De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with meTo play beach cricket, an' let me see,
Next door live three old ladies. They’re sisters, well into their eighties, but to us kids, they seem beyond time.
Let me now praise the potatoes my Dad cooks for truly they are epic,for they come from the oven smelling so sweet, their smell delights my nostrils
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