Stuck in traffic day by day
Clouds wrap ’round Mount Santubong
Try’s I might, try as I may
English pantuns come out wrong

So steep her slopes, so tall her trees
Morning mists around her clung
Our band set out, yes just us three
Son, Dad, myself, up Santubong

Fairies dance upon yon mount
Legend that’s been put to song
Dad ripped his toe: on that account
We could not crest fair Santubong

Raised above my commute each day
Face freshly painted: Santubong
My son and I couldn’t stay away
Try ‘gain out with some guys we hung

Full of strength, bright handsome face
My pride, my sun, anak sulong
Son at my side we walked apace
We reached the top of Santubong

English Pantun? S’pose you could
But Malay words kena tolong
‘Cause nothing rhymes so very good
When faced with Princess Santubong

Published by bingregory

Official organ of an American Muslim in Malaysian Borneo, featuring plants, pantuns and pictures from the Malay archipelago. Oversharing since 2002.

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