Papa
You who taught me to dig
But never showed how to weed
Papa
You who showed me to weed
But never how to harvest
Mama
You who showed me to harvest
But never showed how to cook
Mama
You who taught me to cook
But never showed how to spice
Papa, Mama
How shall i hold the hoe!
When will i fill the granary!
And who eats my tasteless food!
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