Ramadan: No one can eat like me!

Maula Khan Maula Khan

No one can eat like me!

I come from the lands of Azkaban

I eat roast for my tea!

Maula Khan Maula Khan!

No one can eat like me

I eat like a king

So, I can sing

No one can eat like me!

Maula Khan was fasting

In the month of Ramadan

He roared at his tribe

With a diatribe

No one can eat like me!

When the sun comes down

Like a weeping clown

I’ll eat and eat you’ll see!

I’ll eat some sheep

And some shredded wheat

No one can eat like me!

I’ll slaughter a pack of M n M’s

I’ll guzzle and guzzle some tea

The King of Sainsburys will know

No one can eat like me!

The day of Ramadan arrived

And Khan was like a drag

His tummy rumbled like a booming drum

And he couldn’t help but nag

Then the sun sank down to the tribal ground

And the Khan rose up with glee

I’m Maula Khan

The King of Paan

No one can eat like me!

(Chorus- Maula Khan Maula Khan

No one can eat like me

I eat like a king so I can sing

No one can eat like me!)

His wife passed him some cucumbers

And sticks of celery

He gobbled them up

Like a hungry pup

No one could share his tea!

But the drink and meat

Of his mighty feast

Lay untouched by his teeth

For Maula Khan of Azkaban

Fell into a deep sleep

He awoke in a dream

By a shining tree

Some dread he could foresee

Hundreds of hungry, starving men

And women and elderly

They clutched at his gown

With their hungry frowns

“Give us some food to eat”

But Maula fled and to them he said

“I have no food for thee!”

Then clear from the sky was a rousing cry

O Maula listen to me

You eat and guzzle and gobble so much

You could feed a whole country

Maula Khan Maula Khan

If you persist you see

You’ll drown in your food like a deep monsoon

Just help the hungry

He awoke with a sigh and began to cry

Oh, I am so greedy!

I have no shame in this eating game

No one’s greedy like me!

So Maula Khan In Ramadan

He changed his strategy

All his food and his vindaloo

He nourished the most needy

Maula Khan Maula Khan

No one can feed like me

I share my dough and my Orios

No one can feed like me

Maula Khan Maula Khan

No one can feed like me

In Ramadan, I’ve learned some charm

No one can feed like me!

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I am a Muslim writer and English teacher. I have written poetry, short stories, a play, and I am currently working on a novella. My subject matter and themes are related to Islam, Sufism, politics and also my job as a secondary school teacher. My work is copyrighted and any works published here may not used or copied without my prior consent. You can contact me via the "Contact Me" page, if you wish to use any these writings. I am keen to gain the notice of publishers and if any are interested in my writings, please contact me via the "Contact Me" page. Was salaam, Peace

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