Cou Cou Dish

Cou cou you sing our freedom songs
And okra says it's true;
Singing robyn, merci beaucoup
Surprise! No peek-a-boo.














True Bajans love the real cou cou
Served all year once a week;
Thursday is really cou cou day
Well done with real technique.

Corny mass floats on saucy sea
Molded well on the plate
And flying fish swimming its shores
Wingless yes! But sedate.




























Cou cou you sing our freedom songs
A wholesome dish so true;
Singing robyn, merci beaucoup
Surprise! No peek-a-boo.

A salisbury steak I'm not
Neither a duckanoo
When saucy river round me flows
You've got the real cou cou.















Cou Cou is our national dish
Gold and grey hug the maize;
Carved firmly with a buttered mold,
Served on ironing days;



















Cou cou you sing our freedom songs
A wholesome dish so true;
Singing robyn, merci beaucoup
Surprise! No peek-a-boo.

Our cou cou sings cool pop tunes
Loud and sweet from the chest
Flying high all around the globe
Rihanna tops the nest.

At all cost we make pepper sauce
With spices from the land
Foreign brands too we use in stew
With industry we stand.

Cou cou you sing our freedom songs
A wholesome dish so true;
Singing robyn, merci beaucoup
Surprise! No peek-a-boo.

©Paterika Hengreaves

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