UNDER THE MANGO TREE

UNDER THE MANGO TREE

Under the Mango tree,

There we sit,

With our eyes on top,

Waiting for a ripe one to drop.

Under the Mango tree,

Everything is free,

We do our playing,

And go all crazy.

Under the Mango tree,

We pay no fee,

Since the fruits are free;

Our joy is awesome,

As we watch the fruits blossom.

Excerpts from PAGES OF MY HEART

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