I train and practice plenty
Every day and night
To someday win
My solo epic fight.
But when the hours pass by,
When my body starts to ache,
I find myself at the mercy of my master,
Pleading for a minute break.
As his disapproval forces me to wait longer,
My stomach begins to squeeze and be beat.
Only then he comes back and says
"You are free to eat".
Without hesitation or delay,
I race down to the Noodle Shop
Where a panda awaits with a smile
With bowls of noodles filled to the top.
We first take a big slurp of our food
Then hastily chow and guzzle.
Finally we lick our bowls
And clean up our muzzles.
At the end of the day,
Back from my delicious meal,
I know my great love for food
Must be kept in great conceal.
