The Naughty Number Eight

Oh You! The naughty number eight, Why do you like to play with my fate? I don’t believe in numerology, Still I see you are naughty with me, Sometimes you make me smile, Sometimes you make me cry, Have been eventful throughout my life, But I don’t like you when I watch beauty. Oh you! The naughty number eight, I know you, I can’t under rate, I was born on February,8, at 800 hours, I multiply you by two, A sweet sixteen enlightens the sight, And you appear as sexy sun goggles, On the eyes of a lovely girl, And an excited boy of twenty only! When I told you to stripe a little, You obeyed the command, I started looking into deep brown eyes, You got an opportunity to crawl and crawl, To the bosom of the girl, I took some time to come out of the pool, And you scoundrel, went further inside, How naughty you are! I shall not give a command anymore, I am afraid of you, You may crawl to places, Where I can’t see you, It’s bright and sunny lovely day, Ahead of the day is a moonlit night, I shall see you tonight, Till then remain where you are. Fifty years have passed, How obedient you are, You are still there, Not crawled downwards Remain there, I have started loving you now!