But you puffed away to fetch water.
Notes and stories,
Its fun you were send away to fecth the tree;
Because you could not wait for the next morning.
It was like a tunnel somewhere,
But you don’t have to run into the cow with your car!
Because the heavy snowfall is ahead of you.
On the Platform of love,
With deafening noise to respect my muse;
But the volunteers were really there to give you a helping hand,
And like tea with sandwiches to crown the day.
A cheerful little engine with six small wheels on,
But remember that i am on th eplatform of love to recite my poems;
And like the muffle cry of help around you!
Slipping backwards and up the hills were the heavy snowfalls,
But the pillars of love are now mounted around muse with care;
And like the notes and the stories of life,
But very faintly to the ears around.