• When I’m in school
    I hear my tummy talk
    She talks about food
    And what’s not
    “I’m hungry” she says
    “I have so much empty space
    That even a whole cow
    Would fit right in there.
    If only there was rice
    I’d be quiet and nice
    And maybe this hole
    Wouldn’t be here anymore”
    Too bad I have to wait
    For the last school bell
    And be able to go home
    Where my sweet rice awaits.
    On my ride home
    I think of how lonesome
    My sweet rice must have been
    Waiting for me.
    I try to walk fast
    But the slippery ice
    Seems to really hate me eating rice;
    I’ve been on the same spot
    For a really long time,
    And yet my tummy calms down
    And on winter time
    She always says
    “This is really nice!
    I think that just eating rice
    Might change your whole life
    Or at least have a reason why
    To avoid walking on melted ice.”
    Lucky thing my house is just a block away
    Since neither my tummy nor me can wait
    To get home and start
    Eating my plate full of rice.