There was once a lady that sell spring rolls.
I used to go there and eat since I was 2.
Her spring rolls were once what I'd call
A masterpiece of delicacy, for true.

Everyday, when my big brother gets out of his school,
Is when my papa brings me to her stall.
We always stopped and eat some of her spring rolls.
And I always ate them all.

But it's been one year, until now.
I haven't got time to visit her stall.
Busy works, poems and studies now
Always seem to take a place in my hall.

And I just went out to get her spring rolls.
I thought after so long, she'd forget me.
But then she greets me, with a real call:
"Little feller has grown this much already?"