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!
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