In the corner of a room
And an old bed,
A tattered book he read to his sister
Trying to put her to bed.
The day had been long
He had to cook with Baba
And clean and dust,
The woman of the house
Had lads she could trust
At night
Baba watched over the neighborhood
And him, over their humble abode
For his earnest parents
This was his gentle ode
Finally came home Mommy
Who was playing nanny
To another little angel
Whose parents took turns too
Earning their hefty packages
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