I Am Poor

I know that I’m poor Come my uncle, come my aunties Side by side, I wish the plate Mother! Show me the way A dream of the day Come to me once a day A whole night no sleeping Give the spear of the late I spit because of the plate First chamber with fruits The famous one from Italy Second chamber with vegetables Because the followed one will be of burnt hen My stomach will feel full As I see the last chamber full of rice This is the life my preface Tight the un tighten And cover the uncovered One day you’ll give me the dream plate.