I went to far away Bicol
And there the air was cool
I met Ate Wendy and Nanay Vicky
And there we played scrabble everyday
Oh! Nanay thought that I was sickly
So she cooked my favourite spaghetti
How I wished I could stay longer
But I am afraid of our Father Master
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
I went to far away Bicol
And there the air was cool
I met Ate Wendy and Nanay Vicky
And there we played scrabble everyday
Oh! Nanay thought that I was sickly
So she cooked my favourite spaghetti
How I wished I could stay longer
But I am afraid of our Father Master