I'm happy
Sharing life
With that currant bun
Oh!
Sugar...
No sun.
'Spose it has to be nice
With that ice
And the winter to unfold
As I sit here in the cold.
Summer is done.
No currant bun.
But give it time
P'raps soon it will shine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem