Once, there was a teacher,
Who teaches English
And she's also a maker,
From bad children at English,
...
Through all the pains I had,
All the loses I suffered,
Memories that now make me sad,
Finally, the depression in me was discovered.
...
Our Language
Our language
Is like an image
With a tree,
Which is looking free.
It's very tall.
The tallest of all!
And he's getting taller,
By winning a speaker in every day.
As beautiful...
As wonderful...
She is English.
And remember:
It isn't only a language.
It's a treasure
Free for everyone
With no end.