Lizzie's kitchen is bare With no LPG to keep the flame burning Nor any vegetables to cook The children sit huddled together With a tired and hungry look Lizzie will not give up She stops at every single shop To ask for food on credit To feed her young brood.
The shopkeepers turn a deaf ear And a blind eye to her pleas Her promises to pay them back soon Do not sound convincing They just seem to forget That the kids she is talking about Are not her own, but the other peoples' Abandoned children begging on the road.
In sheer frustration she turns away And heads for the next parallel street Hoping that she will not meet With the same fate again, She begins with her usual refrain "Who among you will watch Your children go to bed hungry? If you rich folks cannot Then why should poor me be different?"
