Falafel wa foul, Foul wa falafel, Both flafel wa foul, In the morning, I start my breakfast With a great meal, In the afternoon, I have this great meal, and In the evening, I have the same meal too, I am happy and great Because I get a lot of fibers, This Flafel is great and that Foul (beans) is greater and the Greatest is that I like both of them everyday, As long as I am happy and glad having These two great things, so I don't care And I can say greatly: Thanks be to God and Praise to God on all His pretty grace and all His pretty givings. I am still alive.
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