Chiquita-Banana Poem by Victor Hudson

Another bawdy folk song.
The faint-hearted and women may skip this one.)))))
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I grew up on the banana tree
In extended family,
Twenty inches, three across,
People say my papa was a horse.

   Chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-ta,
   Chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-ta,
   Twenty inches, three across,
   People say my papa was a horse.

Take me, mama, I'm good,
Ever tasted such delicious fruit?
Peel me gently, hold me tight,
I will bring you paradise tonight.

    Chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-ta,
    Chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-chicki-ta,
    Peel me gently, hold me tight,
    I will give you paradise tonight.