TO GATHER TOGETHER

Here we come
We little triplets from the Mamaland
We troop in like cavalry from there
Right here
And there
To gather together
What rightfully belongs to our mouth

Hanging on our necks is no shame
Count it as a mere game
None for our dame
And you dare not to tame our sweaty fame
Around the roots of our heads chains gather
Where golden stools are marked in our name

Here we come
We walk bare footed
From all walks of our lives
We are many
And you are few
Papa shot all fishes from our mamas
And manages their guns in his bosom
For them all are as his bosom
Every big fish from her wives
Are the precious pebbles for him
So here we come
Here we come,not as we first came
Here we come,we are not ashame