Children In The Morning
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Sweet children, sweet children,
Where are you?
We are in the wash room brushing our teeth,
Aren't you too.
Sweet children, sweet children,
How do you do?
Wearing our uniforms,
Fine, thank you.
Sweet children, sweet children,
How is the break fast?
A tasty one, nice one, by grand mother,
Unlike other days, it is a contrast.
Sweet children, Sweet children,
The bus has arrived, so beautiful indeed,
Papa we are ready, see you again,
A parting kiss that's all we need.
Bu şiiri puanla
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