The leaves are fresh after the rain
the air is cool and clear
the sun is shining warm again,
the sparrows hopping by the lane
are brisk and full of cheer
and that is why we dance and play
and that is why we sing
calling out in voices gay
“we will not go to school today;
nor learn anything”
it’s a happy thing I say
to be alive on such a day..
When I open my history book
I just don’t wanna take a look
for who can remember all those battles
i think I’ll cat-nap while everyone rattles
I am Akbar the great sipping cola-cola
while Birbal serves me with hot popcorn.. ooh la la!!
when Noorjahan dances i clap
aah!!! my history teacher gives me a slap!!