Tamales for Christmas Eve
Sauce picante for Santa day
And hamburgers for the new year
A sea of brown faces
Clothed in bright yellows and greens
A bright peacock
Rests on walita's shoulder
As she warms the comal
Around the corner, pale faces
With newly permed hair
Blowing softly in the breeze
Dilly-doopers in hand
Half breeds abound
In modern day relationships
Eh, c'est la vie
Soy un American Mexican French Indian
And such is my life
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