Everyday I long to play
A dream about a holiday
keeps bugging me
I don't even have time to watch T.V
Music would add the fun
On a Sunday morning
Everything seemed boring
If only it were Spring.
All I can do now is
sing silly songs
play dance along
and sit down and do nothing.
If only there was a holiday
where I can sit and play
then that would be fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem