For the hotch potch known as Haggis, let the Scotsman yearn or yell For the taste of Yorkshire pudding, let the English family dwell. For the famed Tandoori Chicken, that Punjabis praise like hell
But for us who hail from Goa, there's nothing like SORPOTEL!
From the big wigs in Colaba, to the small fry in Cavel From the growing tribes in Bandra, to the
remnants in Parel. From the lovely girls in Glaxo, to the boys in Burma Shell There's no Goan whose
mouth won't water, when you talk of SORPOTEL!
And Oh! for Christmas dinner don't you think it would be swell If by some freak of fortune or by some
magic spell We could, as they have in Goa a bottle of the cajel And toddy leavened sannas to go with
SORPOTEL!
-Ruth DeSouza
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Hi Joe
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the great blog. You give me too much credit:-) The credit should go to Philip Furtado who I believe penned it in 1988.
Keep up the great work!
Ruth