Oh, it's morning,
Baskets full of goods,
Grand species always wandering,
Would there be a good price for the goods?
Oh, the sun, so hot and harsh,
Faces wiped with wrappers,
Dragging their bicycles and barrow so hard,
Thinking if there would be gain,
Wow, the price is so high!!!!
Some usual customers would say,
Shrinking their faces to show anger,
But always know, it's the real price,
Helter, scelter, would be for mothers,
Looking for the family's need,
Drinking and discussing, some father's,
Making gests of some unsold wine,
Dogs, wandering around meats sold,
Trying to get some bones that fell,
But Mama's packing for it's dawn,
To go and know how the compound was kept,
Not minding if they sold or not.
Wisdom from your homeland? What kind of photo is in the header, I don't see well.