When It's Over I Don't Want To

I Believe In Kindness. Also In Mischief.

It's Morning, And Again I Am That Lucky Person Who Is In It.

Hello, Sun In My Face. Hello You Who Made The Morning And Spread It Over The Fields...watch, Now, How I Start The Day In Happiness, In Kindness.

One Thing I Do Know Is That Poetry, To Be Understood, Must Be Clear.

Today I Am Altogether Without Ambition. Where Did I Get Such Wisdom?