Filipina barrio lass from her (papag) bed
Inclined her head to ask "Who is by our chicken shed"?
Love songs (kundiman/s) started being sung to her...
It seemed only her disturbed chickens were a-stir.
Peeping thru the crevice on her bamboo slats wall,
In plain moonlit sight, she saw the group's leader call;
Now she began banging pans, shouting " Thieves begone!"
As she knew by tomorrow some hens will be gone...
Such was barrio life; 'Ser/hen/ading' was great fun!
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