Eating Of The Poi - Traditional

O dear, oh dear, a very queer
And curious thing I've seen
Which takes the shine completely off,
The wearing of the green
Potatoes constitute a dish
That Irishmen enjoy
But it can't hold a candle to
The eating of the poi

I met a fat kanaka, and he
Asked me to his hale
He wore no clothes to speak of
But a pāʻū and pāpale
Upon a mat cross-legged we sat
And there, and then, my boy,
I was initiated in
The eating of the poi

A calabash between us stood
Kukui in a dish
And in another one, some
Animated shrimps and fish
We pitched in, and did
No cutlery employ
The finger is the instrument for
The eating of the poi

You dip it in, and stir it round
'Tis difficult to learn
And harder to describe the
Proper scientific term
Sometimes one finger, sometimes two
And sometimes three employ
According to your appetite
When eating of the poi

To unaccustomed life, it has
A most peculiar taste
Some people even say it tastes
Like old library paste  
But when you've cleaned the calabash
You want to hiamoe
And soon get fat as butter, just
From eating of the poi
 

Source: Wayne Reis - The first hapa-haole song published, appeared in 1888, in Ka Buke O Nā Leo Mele Hawaiʻi O Nā Home Hawaiʻi, a Hawaiian-language publication compiled by Keakaokalani and J. M. Bright