Allsorts

There once was a boy from Pakistan

His dream was to go to Japan

But when he got there

He slipped on a pear

So instead he went to Milan

Ma maman, elle est belle
Comme une hirondelle
Son cœur ne connaît pas la mauvaise humeur
Avec elle, rien, pas même un lutin, n’a de chagrin
Elle a beaucoup d’amour là dedans, dans mes choses préférées elle est devant
Elle a beaucoup d’amour là dedans, même pour les enfants
Hé oui c’est ma maman

A lion goes grrr
A bird goes cheep cheep
A tiger goes grrr
A dog goes woof woof!!!

Through the blue door, I hope to see
a wonderful world meant for me

I hate to see my old country,
it makes me sad that it’s just me,
I miss all my family

But this country is meant for me.
I made a friend called Ollie.
A massive smile will take me a mile.

I see a world of refugees, climbing the trees to escape the military.
Fighting and fighting, houses with no lighting.

No electricity in the house,
everyone talking as quiet as a mouse,
they’re super scared of the silent air.

Ready, ready
That’s what I am
Ready for battle. Ready to fight.
With just one button. I’ll soon take flight.

Quick, quick is my plane.
As it’s dodging bullets.
They fall down like rain

Swift, swift are my ememies. As swift as a bully  as swift as a flash.
A boom! A clash!

Gone, gone
Are all my friends.
They didn’t quite make it to the end.
Yes all my friends are dead and gone.
It’s up to me to carry on

Regret, regret is what I feel
War is serious, it’s getting real.
Flee, flee is all I want to do. As I twisted and turned in the plane that I flew.

Falling, falling down from the sky.

Sadly knowing l’m going to die.
Praying to God high above, to protect my country and the ones I love.

Fell, fell now I’m part of the few who said

Good bye

Butterfly, butterfly, fly so high,
Wings are pretty, like the sky.
You sit on flowers, red and blue,
I like so much to watch you.

Butterfly, you go here and there,
Flying easily through the air.
Your wings go up, your wings go down,
You fly above the trees and town.

I want to fly like you one day,
Over trees and far away.
But now I jump and run around,
And watch you fly without a sound.

Sometimes it’s raging, sometimes it’s quiet,
Sometimes it’s truthful, sometimes it’s a liar,
It’s normally buried at the bottom of my mind,
But if someone annoys me, the happiness says goodbye,
I try to stay happy as much as I can
But when the anger comes, it issues a ban.
To not be calm while having a quarrel,
To not at all think ‘What is the moral?’
To not talk to an adult or a sibling,
To not talk to a person about a different thing,
I try to stay happy as much as I can
But if someone annoys me, I start to go mad. Understand?

Winter is coming.
I can hear the birds humming.
The snow is blowing.
While winter is going.
Winter is here.
The snow I can hear.

There once was a boy from Pakistan

His dream was to go Japan

But when he got there

He slipped on a pear

So instead he went to Milan

Hello, I am not very glad instead I am mad
Someone spilled my coffee and took my toffee
Some kid kept saying a story of a gingerbread and it’s in my head
It was the worst day of my life
Now I want to go home and moan