Papa told me today
That I would soon meet you
I jumped, happy and gay
Praying it was true
I sat with my shadow waiting
Rehearsing my song for you
The sun left, still I stayed watching
Though my impatience grew
Me: Papa are you sure she is coming
Papa: Does I ever lies to you, son?
Me: No, but I have reasons for doubting
Papa: Trust me, likes I do my rum.
As darkness grew I tapped my foot
‘Come soon! Come soon!’ I chanted
Then I heard her knock on my roof
‘Didn’t I told you?’ Papa bragged.