Blinking, blinking

At once, there came

That cherished twinkling

That keeps me sane

That throws my mane

A wrinkling, wrinkling

It seems all the same

For she reveals not an inkling

This way, that way, the tempest's rain

There goes the boistrous baby besprinkling

Burdensome thoughts upon my briain

She never stops her tinkling, tinkling

How can it be this way?

How can she be both the rain and rainbow, crinkling, crinkling

All I know, what can I say?

What more can I give her, she never stops her winkling, winkling

The lion cub insists to play

The lion cub cannot resist to play