What Are You Looking At Baby

What are you looking at baby? I see the potato and pumpkin rice making from grain I see the proletariat spending night in rockey plain. I see dogs and the cows too many in the field, monkeys up on the tin roof so many of games they yield. I see the bottom of the water There I see the frog and fish When it rains, canals and banks sounds ghangarghang ghangarghang, like this. I see books and piles of notebooks mom rebuke me each and every day, the country where no pressure of lession, where it is can you say? I will go to that country with the wheel and my kite, I willl take the spinner and the rope I would like to play there, alright!