The bell is about to ring and announce that it's recess.
The teacher highlights the little things she needs to address.
As the school bell rings, the ground seems to tremble and quake.
Every eye in the woods is wide awake.
The children take to the ground, like elephants in a stampede.
The teacher bids them to be quiet, but they do not heed.
A hawk sours above the trees, and yet it makes no sound.
It is a spy, watching them on the merry go round.
It perches on a branch; that stretches out like an arm.
He is out of their reach; they can do him no harm.
They are like bees on the ground buzzing to and fro.
He likes to watch them, but he has to go.
A ball bounces as it touches the ground.
The merry go round spins round and round.
He glides with his wings, he is overhead;
As he drops a dropp on one little head.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem, brought a smile on my lips at the end.