Sunday, 27 December 2009


Hoera, hoela hoep with me
she runs to the fields
Hoera, hoela hoep with me
I'll meet my friend the snowman
who will dance with me
with my hoela hoep
we will laugh and sing

Little she knew
it could happen that fast
when she ran to her friend
and sobbed at her surprise
to only find a carrot,

a broom
and a wet woolen hat

(Hoera, hoela hoep with me
wake up my friend, she cried

and cried)

(Photo: Morning through the living room window, by Amapola Blooming, Damme - Belgium 27 Dec 09)

No comments: