the old men in the sky

Look ,junior, look at the sky,

Look at those old men fly,

Like the birds,that sit on trees,

Like the dangerous honey bees;

One after another, another and another,

Like a brother and a brother,

Some young and some old,

Some frightened,some mousy,some like the lion,OLD AND BOLD,

Some lovely as silver,some as gold;

Don’t bother me Mom,

Don’t bother me to the hilt,

I shall say it once,clear and loud,

Don’t you know that’s called a Cloud.

My world

every now and then,
my heart does tick,
like the big ben,
my legs kick,
in the air,
like the pogo stick,
on the ground,
nobody can keep me still,
i make every big sound;

do you know why?

because this is my world.

i breathe in;i breath out,
i am thin;i am stout,
i swim freely in the air,
i trot silly like the mare,
don't you teach me,
don't you preach me,

do you know why?

because this is my world