Lying on my wooden cot
With holes for rats to pop
Decorated with spider web
Making a creaking noise
Reminding of its old age
With shivering four legs
Cockroaches climbing the tomb
To fly like a parachute
There was a visitor to my cot
The cute little squirrel to
Play in this park of cot
Never did they disturb my sleep
And it happened all of a sudden
My cot and me
Fell to the ground
With its broken legs
Together with my friends
Mourned for my wooden cot's death!