Come my beloved son, it’s the time of the year
Let us go to the temple where the Chinese people pray
It’s their new year my son, another year of prosperity
Unlike us, they are blessed with money abundantly
Dress raggedly my son, do not wash up and be filthy
Do not eat your meal so your cheeks will be hollow
And they would look at you with pity
I know it’s raining my son and I see that you are drenched
But persevere my son, the money is worth the wait
Last year I collected enough to last us a week
The year before that was even better
This year I brought you along so we could collect more
You are five years old now, you should learn to feed yourself
I was on the street much smaller, what a cozy life you’ve had
Son, when the guards tell you to squat you squat
I promise you enduring the heat and the rain and the spit of the guards
is nothing compared to what we are going to get
After all my so
n, it is free money
It requires no muscle, no skill, no brain
So what enduring a day like a dog when you can feast for a week?
