How poor is dirt poor?
Dirt cookies to sell at your door
Hardly enough food to eat
So they make cookies of dirt
Of little nutritious value
When all else fails you
Poor old mothers get to work
Baking cookies made of dirt
Add a little fat and maybe sugar
Sell them for 5 cents
To all the poor little beggars
It hurts your belly
Make it feel like a lump of lead
But better than nothing
Better than the pain of emptiness
In Haiti times are so tough
When there is nothing to eat
There are dirt cookies at least
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