Playing hide and seek We raced in the back alleys Childhood innocence

For Chinese lessons I had to study proverbs Five flowers eight doors

A rooster was born In Nineteen Fifty Seven That rooster was me

End of each school day My dad came to pick me home In his antique car

Daily Lord’s prayer Before the start of lessons Primary school me

Riding on his bike Hoping for a glimpse of her He whistled his love

He did it with her In the school’s gardening store Sad defloration

Fingers and toes numb First winter in Toronto Bumpkin in the snow

Autumn maple leaves How I miss the sight of them Montreal’s Mount Royal

Small town Bintangor Well known for its two products Orange and tycoon