As I was finding my way home
Through the hot concrete jungle
A little girl stops me
To share some snack with me
I gladly accept the offer
We didn’t speak each other’s languages
And we didn’t need to
Everything that had to be said
Was just right there
So now I write this poem
About the little girl
Sharing the snack
While I was coming back
To my cozy little shack
Looking for a new hack
That didn’t involve smoking crack