She said that she was off to see
A friend who had a mango tree
She was welcome to some fruit
Quickly, then she’d better scoot

I can see her in my mind
Swaying in her unique rhyme
Wearing colors bright to see
Heading for that mango tree

When she got there, all around
Mangos lying on the ground
The tropicals she told to me
Are best for growing mango trees

Really wish she would go back
Don’t care about her mango lack
She puts her life into her hands
When going out to trod the land

She got her fill and headed home
Then she called me on her phone
I’m alright mom – really am
I have bread and mango jam

Water jugs and boxed-up milk
Rice galore and a bag of kelp
So don’t worry – I’m okay
I love it here – and here I’ll stay