Roly-poly round belly
with the prankster mouse pious-
he sits with a look airy
on the great royal dais.
His large ears hear all our chants
while the little eyes twinkle.
His nose twirls as in a dance,
and irons out our wrinkles.
But soon comes time for good-bye-
we immerse, He will stand by.
Embodying divine spirits
the human pyramid soared.
Swaying with colourful wits,
the souls danced as the rain poured.
And amidst the bells of joy,
a small boy climbed to the top.
Mischievous appearing coy,
he broke the clay yogurt pot.
And as the white honey flew-
deep inside me a conch blew.
