My Petite Mamame
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Some while one day
My old gran called Mamame
Went to see the bay
She caught starfishes and jellyfishes
And cooked and baked some awesome dishes
She magically churns delicious kundapams
And twirls and whirls fluffy aapams
My lovely Mamame is brave and strong
She isn’t afraid of rain or storm
She wakes up at the crack of dawn
And sings melodious tunes until early morn
Her cheeks so pink, her eyes so black
A smile dance upon her lips when she plays tic-tac
Her hands are smooth and silky as could be
She’s my old girl - my petite Mamame.
Listen to Di...
My mum’s so mean
She ought not to be seen
She likes to preen
Acting like a perfect queen!
My mum’s so mean
You’ve got to see her been
Ever so envy, she turns green
A nasty old brute that she will make
Oh! why she leans all the work on me for goodness sake?

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