兒歌 －－ 信天遊 寫給六一兒童節

Robins perching on the bough
Look down on me while I plough
Piping as if jesting:
"Do it hard and fast, old fool
Don't disappoint a good tool"

My tears outpour like spring rain:
Birds will take half of my grain
Piping as if jesting:
"We travel while you travail
You have neither wings nor tail"

My shame tied tongue finds no words
So I keep hearing the birds
Piping as if jesting:
"See how sweet man will become
Being made a lively drum"

Indeed a drum and a clown:
Birds turn droppings to a crown
Piping as if jesting:
"Hey Sir, how d'ya like the beat
It makes melodic the tweet"

Now the happy birds fly high
Fluttering into the sky
Piping as if jesting
Piping as if
Jesting