The chicken ran across the street
Away from scent of frying spice.
The cattle ruminated on
The water draining from the rice.

The kitten on the kitchen wall
Mistook some worms for errant mice.
The monkey stole a coconut
And dropped it after beating twice.

Recovering from urban dreams,
It always makes a morning nice
To walk along a village street
With grannies combing out the lice.