The fever starts months in advance
The race towards the biggest chance
Of winning first in the costume march
Workers decorate with palm leaves arch
Beautiful queens lead the way
Waving hands as they sway
Many steel bands add the tones
For tired, sweaty, gyrating bones
While laughing "pickneys" run and sing
As loud as jumping calypso kings
Bacanal crowd hits the streets
Jammin vives of reggae beats
Dancing "hug-down" on marching feet
Rum flow wild on hot concrete
As once per year the spirit burst
Igniting all Caribbean thirst
We just can't wait until next year
To meet family and friends again back there
Our roads lead on a straight path home
For broke-down times and potatoe pun
Carnival song sey, "Breddah man, you betta cong!"
copyrightŠ2006Irene
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Note:
Each year our hearts rush back to our native home at carnival time.
In the month of Sept. we look forward to a wonderful celebration.
All Belizeans abroad try their best to return home during the weeks
of Carnival.
