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Mango Summer

A poem about the delicious mango fruit and hot summers in the Bahamas

Ya know summer comin’ when ya see plenty green blossoms on da mango tree

Da tree hang with mangoes, plump, juicy and ripe

Everywhere ya look, every yard gat a tree, man what a sight

Dis must be mango heaven, ‘cause it could only be a dream

To see so many mangoes just floatin’ in the air

Please, please neighbors, don’t be mean

When ya bite, da sweet juice does run down ya chin

Only pros know how ta eat dem

I gern on Miss Susie Mae tree right na ta get me a few

Pulp and all, da seed does be clean

Some fa me, mammy, daddy and cousin TuTu

Ya eat and eat til ya belly ache

Den ya go sprawl off under da mango tree til ya ready ta wake

Whether ya shake da tree, climb it like monkey or hit dem down wit’ a stick

Ma boy, if dat ain’t ya tree, make sure ya be quick

Some does teif from da neighbor dem yard

Don’t let da branch be hanging over da fence in my part

Dey mines, ‘specially when dey ripe

I like dem big set, yea dem juicy mangolas

Yea chile, dey my type

The birds, the racoons all the animals does be plottin’

Eyeing dem mango to get dem just before dey rotten

Summer ain’t da same without da mango dem

Mango jam, mango tart and mango chutney made by bougie Miss Kim

Don’t forget da mango leaf tea to help with da gas

Just ask Miss Nancy, she does drink it daily

Could smell it boilin’ whenever ya pass

The aroma lingers down da road all da way by Mr. Chris class

We like every season but summertime is da best

Ya could lay off and just eat wit’ da mangoes pile up on ya chest

Plenty other native fruits to eat year round

But boy ain’t none like dem mangoes

Dey take da crown!

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