Kopela

Welcoming the freshness of early morn With a youthful, vibrant smile; Yet, the masters scorn Towards you, with their usual vile! O Kopela, do not hide in a cell so small; Patiently, just do your every day’s chores; Into a goblet of salt, let tears not fall; Ponder not, for the olden days of yore! Take with you, the wireless phone For when they make a call after call Especially when you’re alone Readily, you can answer them all! O Kopela, come to the blooming garden Scented flowers in different color; For your shivering spine, will be freshen And will lessen your unending dolor! Dry your tears with fresh roses For sure it will make you fine, Helping you forget the bad bosses And you’ll see the sun will shine!