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Say, Good mornin, Granny MaamaGood mornin, Grandpa Taata.Good mornin when it rainin.Good mornin when sun shinin.Good mornin.
One two three,you can dance like me.
With arms held highthat's how you start,let deh music touch your heart.
Jumbie jump highJumbie jump lowJumbie jumpin to calypso
Jumbie doin a dancein de silk-cotton treehe waitin for jouvayan steelban music to breakaway
Sugarcake!Sugarcake!Ah chile sweetie tinga Trini granny could mek:
Little toad little toad mind yourselfmind yourself let me plant my cornplant my corn to feed my horsefeed my horse to run my race – the sea is full of more than I know
Spices and gold once cast a spellOn bearded men in caravels.
New World New World cried historyOld World Old World sighed every tree.
We don' have a Springtime like some folkWho live in dem colder place,but we have a time when de soft rain come,an' tease open de seedcase
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,
This morning I've got too much energymuch too much for geography
I'm in a high moodso class don't think me crudebut you can stuff latitude and longitude
Song-bird shut dem mout' an lissen,Church bell don't bother to ring,All de little stream keep quietWhen mi Granny sing.