Thirst, he wished it from above,
Tilted cup designed one tip,
Why couldn't it be good?
Spilt his brow prolong each sip.*


                       -b-

Oak Tree
My old friend,
Strength and beauty matched,
Sing a song tonight,
For,
    tomorrow,
You'll be axed.

    -b-

Number one is easy,
Any friend will do,
Gain a little trust,
Get the number two,
Three is always there,
Waiting for its turn,
Three jumps in,
Watch the friendship churn,
Four pretends to know,
Only it can,
Four is never over,
Five begins to learn.

              -b-