I feel like going to my mother’s home,
Sit in the verandah and let my thoughts roam,

Soak in the warm sun streaming through the grills,
Watching the mynahs doing their drills,

I know my baby loves it too at nani’s house,
A place where she can pour out all her grouse,

I know she digs the quaintness of the place,
The old well and creepers that the garage wall lace,

But most of all what baby loves,
Is the scrumptious delicacies that nani serves