Allsorts

When people cut up onions,
Then people cry.
When we make poha
Then the onions fry.
Onion is tasty,
Garlic is its bestie.

Sleep baby sleep
Seven days in a week
You’ve pink cheeks
Sleep baby sleep

Sleep baby sleep
Have no fear
Your mother is here
Sleep baby sleep

Sleep baby sleep
You make me sigh
Please don’t cry
Sleep baby sleep

Sleep, baby sleep
I’ll pat you on your head
Sleep on your bed
Sleep, baby sleep.

Sleep baby sleep
I’ll give you clothes of silk
I’ll give you some milk
Sleep baby sleep

I can see presents under the Christmas tree.
I can hear Santa and his reindeers landing on my roof.
I can smell the sweet chocolate Yule log.
I can feel the spiky branches on the Christmas tree.
I can taste the buttery soft croissants melting in my mouth.

Who works in the factory,
He is called a worker.
Who works on the farm,
He is called a farmer.
Who builds buildings,
He is called a builder.
Who cleans our home,
He is called a cleaner.
Who walks on the road,
He is called a walker.
And he who runs on the road,
He is called a runner.
Who will study nicely,
He will be a topper.

Oh I love double cheeseburgers
Specially from McDonald’s
But I eat them in 10 minutes
But I really like them
When I’m eating the I like playing with my stylophone
But then again I sometimes get cheese on my stylophone

My auntie is beautiful,
My auntie is pretty,
My auntie is fun,
My auntie is amazing,
My auntie has a great sense of style,
My auntie is the greatest girl in the world.

This word I really like,
Counterrevolutionary,
But as finding it a ryhme,
I’m at a total lossavolutionary.

The sights of fatigue surrounded us
Scruffy and dusty
Ripped clothes, and rusty
Hearing the sirens rip loud
Gunfire frightens.
for your country, you protect it
But you feel weary,
A lie you’ve been told
But you stand bold

As you take your last breath,
You feel the ghosts of death.
Remembering your family
Leaving them home with tragedy.

You’re up in Paradise
But knowing that you lived your life in lies.