Home where the soup is spicy And my CHI brings the money rain Home where my sister is sassy A land where I feel no pain For the pain has become a friend As the suffering is too great to mend So we smile and we dance it away Push it down till lest the soul fray A tender heart still grieving, yet so Al dente Iāll take that raw, no chaser. Fuente! To my kings and queens Iām home Kamate! A toast to the gods watching Gambe! Let the celebrations begin! For āArt headsā and āPoetry Geeksā what rhyme scheme do you see? How many languages do you recognize in verse 3? Ā©ļøKorra Obidi 2022