Without the two sons,
Life is not fun;
So we run,
Behind the two sons.
SON makes you crazy,
With his treats;
SUN makes you crazy,
With his heat.
SON makes you crazy,
As he is rough;
SUN makes you crazy,
As he is tough.
SON makes you crazy,
As he is in sight;
SUN makes you crazy,
As he is in height.
SON makes you crazy,
As he weeps;
SUN makes you crazy,
As he creeps.
SON makes you crazy,
As we have gain;
SUN makes you crazy,
As we have pain.
SON makes you crazy,
As he crys;
SUN makes you crazy,
As he frys.
So without these:
Son and Sun
Life is not fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a motherly touch with sun and son day goes in vain.........