Me and my little sister all alone

Mom and Dad are not home

Empty stomachs howl in the night

not a crumb of food lays in sight

As I lay in bed I realise

I need to save us from our own demise

I find some pasta in the cabinet

And make way like a bandit

Now we sit down with our forks

Eating spaghetti like we’re in New York

Now we sit and now I know

I can care for my sister on my own