Seven
(sergei@ptd.net Sergei Polischouk 08/25/1996)
Seven of them but one always hides behind the six
First one is made of the leather and covered with grass
Second one filled with water but not made of glass
Third one is soft as a feather and strong like a beast
So you would say, why do I need to know all this
Maybe you’re right, but you know at least two of them
And I am sure you’ve been told who are the other five
But who am I to remind you of those primitive things
Now I wee number four has been put in the frame
And I am sure number five can feel everything
Sixth is the one who got all the brain
But one who behind them all bread the life into things
Seven
© Copyright: Сергей Полищук, 2009
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