Belle bump is fun,
Wait till you see the world,
White at the other side.
Belle bump is fun,
One two, a child's born.
Oh! sing him a song.
Three four, the eyes blinks…
Begs to see forevermore.
Believe déjà vu…
Five six, the rain drops
Falls on all it come across,
Life is wet and dry..
Season will change
Generations will repeat
Grow you are its pride.
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