What For a Moan?
My Head burns as Sun,
My Head turns as Moon,
My head blows as the Sea,
My head grows as a Tree.
Two arms and ten fingers,
Two legs and ten toes,
Solid nails covered at the end,
Always lays down also can bend.
Air comes and touched to brain,
Heart pumps and brings sustain,
Head is functioning and managing a head,
Head is always after bread.
Nobody knows who protected head?
Skull is so hard can’t be dead,
It always fires never burns bones,
Who protected a life and what for a moan?
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