What lovely hour,
When I water flowers,
I look at greenness,
With joy and happiness,
Flowers are red, blue, and yellow,
I salute them and say hello,
I see a bee,
And drink tea,
I want wings to fly,
To live with birds and die,
I go to the blue sea,
Wonderful waves that I ever seen,
I go to the farm,
I am fine, no harm
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