A mother, with her child walking along
Hand in hand as a sweet song;
She plucked a small flower very white
Gave it to her son with smile bright;
Walked past the quiet turn on the road
To tread a different one though loud;
Walked past a construction site
Talking about beams and basement;
Childish glad to see roosters, five not one
Adorning each a splendid red crown;
Joyous were they to relish tender coconut
Perfect evening walk for a mom and son
