Watermelon Kim Chee

Summer meant my mother's watermelon kim chee Hot and sweet a treat to eat with rice of white From the white flesh of the melon rind a delight In small strips of sticks she did cut And cured and spiced to golden orange we'd eat it up The red flesh of melon was okay But the watermelon kim chee made our day I hope in God's garden watermelons grow Because in my time when there I go My mother will be there to welcome me And at Heaven's table she'll made watermelon kim chee