Kokkie

Kokkie spent her whole life
In the kitchen, day and night
Where she only thought of cooking rice and sambal, alright
With a strong betel nut
In her toothless grin, Kokkie made the meals
That her boss thought were a treat

At first, Kokkie was sharp
And the lady was quite pleased
But as Kokkie grew older
She lost track of what she’d seized
Soup and sambal, it was like water
Potatoes were just mush
And in one of the frikandels
She stuffed her betel nut hush

In the sauce, they found her hair
In the rice, a cockroach crawled
In the sambal, oh my goodness
Was the tail of a gecko sprawled
Beef full of dead flies
Was served up on the bread
In the sambal, big larvae
Or a fat centipede instead

The boss said: "This old Kokkie
Is really going too far"
When he found ten fried balls
In his nasi goreng jar
And the lady cried out angrily
"This old woman’s getting too gross"
As she fished out from the sauce bowl
Kokkie’s last hollow tooth, morose

Where things got too out of hand
Kokkie got her walking papers
Since she really didn’t care
About her job, no capers
Lonely, she died in the village
No one had any care
And now the old lady lies
Over there in her graveyard lair.