My class has got 20 students included me.
And all of them are every day to see.
Cause all those 20 got their things.
But we are connected like coloured rings.
Coloured means that they are rare.
The one a fish the other a bear.
A tiger in the class hunting for food.
The other a butterfly, in a good mood.
I'm not calling names, that wouldn't be fair.
But when I'm in problems, then they will be there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem