I am celebrating my stories and poems, As I have written them in my own way, I am celebrating my stories and poems, As I have written them in my own way,

From birth to death, From rise to set, From birth to death, From rise to set,

A crow was flying above the sky No one loves him make him cry A crow was flying above the sky No one loves him make him cry

I have a naughty rat He always sat on a mat I have a naughty rat He always sat on a mat