Tubers cry in anguish as water dance to the tune of furnace
My nose walk daintily towards the newly birthed yams;
That dress in different shapes and lie in separate sizes
And I watch it move to the beat of time

Mortal refuse to retaliate the knock of angry Pestle,
Skin begins to shed tiers like a pregnant cloud
Heart begins to whisper incessantly,
Yams begin to walk step by step to the land of giant kings

They are wrapped into the beautiful home of leaves,
Can my heart bring out vegetables from its hide?
Can my head push out Vegetables and Meats used to paint its beautiful face?
The only visitor that knocks my heart when I see the king walk towards the table

All hail the King and Queen!
That spoon the heart with smile and bestow the mouth with bliss
All hail the King and Queen!
That could baptize the heart of an handicapped man by lightening his finger

For other foods bow before your table,
And their knees kiss the ground when their eyes hear a whisper of your name
My great pounded yam and vegetable that puts a ring on a Spinter's finger,
The Nobles I wish could visit my table over and over again.