The golden swan
Which always swam
It lived in a tree
Where it was free
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Two little boats out on the sea
All is as calm as calm could be
The gentle wind begins to blow
...
Whenever the wind blew
Love grew and flew
It is like gold
Yet not at all cold
...
Poor me, I was born new and neat.
But look at me now,
How wretched and dirty I am.
It shows how I am handled.
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The Golden Swan
The golden swan
Which always swam
It lived in a tree
Where it was free
But it started to cry
Till its voice ran dry
Because one wanted to cut the tree
Which made the golden swan free
When the tree was cut
Here came a cat
Which chased the golden swan
The golden swan ran and ran
Because it lost the tree
That made it free
By Ariella Hollaus
Agyiba International School