The green peas are jumping up and down,
For my big friends have come.
They will be eating matar paneer and tawa pulao (an Indian vegetable amd bread),
Which Ma has made.
They come from a place which is nice and fair
And games are regularly played.
The green peas are asking to be made again,
Into fluffy kachoris (puffed fried bread).
Ma soon would be making them.
Our friends have requested Ma, Baba and me to,
And our friends would visit us again.
That time Ma would be making chana masala and tandoori roti.