In a January morning,

On a sunny April day,

A crocodile croaks as it is May.

On the pavement bricks out of board,

There walks the tallest little lord.

In a hospital is healthy.

Poor man is so wealthy.

Fed to teeth I want to eat

And a cheat is so sweet.

Come my dears! Come to me!

I don’t want to see you.

Any false you say is true,

In the yard I lived and grew.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)