I saw an Ulila Whilst riding a Jeepney Half-Shoed, Half-Footed, Saying, "BAYAD!" An Endearment for Pay Yet my Eyes affixed On his One-Footed Shoe But due to the Wear Of a Day's Sweaty Trod Begging for his Family Dinner Hoping he could have a Full Meal And Smiles For him and his family And still waiting For his Final Stop And still scraping His Hard-Worn Scar Thus the Ulila Handsome to Beg Despite his Birth-Marked Nose Which was actually blood From a flavourful fist-fight And Soil, Paints his Tender Body.
Thus the Ulila, Swollen in his Eyes, Suddenly remembered He had nothing to Beg For since his Time, Was centred on Smiles Greeting people, Wishing them the Best of Cheers and Holidays And his Reward, Sheltered and Soft, Reaching the end of his Bay, Cried, "PARA!" An Endearment for Stop And disembarked Full of Flavours and Joy, Wondering, If he could Share such with his Family.
Then the Ulila, Felt a Weight, And Jingles in his Body. Thinking of his Thursday's Stones, He took some out And all he found, Were just some Worthless Pesos, Given secretly, By the Passengers he Entertained In the busy Jeepney.