On the eve of the eleventh birthday of mine,
When I heard someone promised his people of hope and happy time,
How I wished that day quickly passed by,
And tomorrow came as tide chasing tide.
Though the time was slow as the snail crawling down,
I was so afraid to miss the cuckoo bird’s singing sound,
And finally the clock walked the twice round,
I happily made a wish from my mouth:
“I hope you can give me a shelter please
Which is big enough to protect me
From the danger that might harm me
And from the coldness that will get me sick.”
Several days later a package from him to me I found
In which a paper-made umbrella was as small as a mouse.
A little unhappy mood in my mind was aroused
And I cried all my tears out:
“This must be from devil a trick
For I feel the joke is so sick!
Mom and Dad won’t give me such a gift
For I know in their heart I am a good kid!
“Everything seems to be up-side-down
For the being-protected becomes the protector now.
I hate people who do not follow their vow,
Just like I hate to hear the glass’ breaking sound.
“I have no idea where to put it in my house
For everywhere looks dangerous somehow,
And only one thing I know it now
Is not to get it in my tears drown.”