Pidgin Car
My pidgin car is going to roll
Crossing meadows far and wide,
In an ash and Brimstone ride,
Getting in to my soul.
Pidgin car My Pidgin car
You are a car sardar
Cut a wide swath
In a lonely path.
My sweetie Kitty wobbly car
Sunday morning’s morning star
Don’t be the pudding club
I need a Pidgin cub.
(sardar means leader)
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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