I gon tell you stories - true, true stories - like me gran'pa and me nanee and cha cha used to do, and they ancestors too.
Take half, leave half, cry or laff, enjoy the gyaff. What you learn is up to you.
In we backyard, by
the back bedroom, is a lush, tall tree.
And in that tree
does grow a strange little fella and he pals.
When the red pod
open in the tree, little black eyes peep at you. That's the time to pick and
cook and eat. If you pick before them eyes you see, dire consequences gon
fall pon you, death even, so the people say. So don't you dare, before them
‘Tis the ackee from
Jamaica, a delicious, nutty little food.