I love the countryside, it’s true!
It shaped all I think and do.
And when I need to dream a new;
That’s the place I run to!

So I did miles to school on foot;
As there was none in the neighborhood
I fetched the water and the wood;
With my pot on three stones, I cooked the food.

You see…
I cherish this, my journey
And would trade it for nothing!
For out of the babbling brooks of the country
Flows beautiful poetry.