The hill had a brown head.
Green grass gave him
Green hair. The hill
Was a beautiful place.
He had butterflies and

Flowers that smelt as
Good as perfume
Manufactured in Italy.
Soon, it was thought
To be an ideal place for houses.
First, one house came, then

Another and then yet
Another. Today, the
Hill is covered with houses
Stacked one above the other.
Slanting roads run through.

The place is as lively as
A neighbourhood in Brazil.
The hill may have lost all
His hair, but today he provides
Shelter to as many people as the
Number of strands of hair
That he had.