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The little Hawaiian boy queried his aunt,
Auntie, what do you make from the taro plant?
She laughed, Why, dear little brown-skinned boy,
See? I’m making a little Hawaiian poi.
Auntie, he smiled as he got on his bike,
What does the poi that you make taste like?
Why, you know, she said, it’s so smooth and so sweet
That all of Hawaii says it a treat.
Said the boy with a smile as wide as the sky
(And a gleam in his little Hawaiian eye),
Well, last night I asked my mama in bed
What your poi tastes like and my mama said,
‘Oh, bless my soul, I’d be merciful
If I said that it just tastes taro-ble,
’Cause every Hawaiian under the sun
Says your auntie’s poi tastes like poi, son!’
And he laughed with all his Hawaiian glee
As he pedalled for life and she cried, Little bee!
If I catch you I’ll paddle you over my knee!
But by then he was swallowed byWaikiki.
And poi-sonned Hawaiians, to this very day,
Heave jollily in their poi-fed way
To think of their little bee of a boy
Who stung his auntie’s Hawaiian poi.
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