Poco! Poco! Burning bright
In the kitchen in the night,
Which person, girl or boy
Could understand I'm hungry?
In what decent time doth wake
To feed my fearful tummy ache?
On what lunch will hope come through
That someone might just notice you...
And what boulder will I cross
To twist the cat toy of my heart?
And when the day begins to fall,
I get hungry? No, not you.
Poco! Poco! Burning bright
In the kitchen in the night,
Which person, girl or boy
Could understand I'm hungry?
