Respuesta :
when i cycle to school every morning,
i dream of many things
and then the wind will whisper,
to take me on its wings,
i will fly to see all of the beauty
of nature and human beings,
the love of magic wonders
give kisses to every little thing
the sun shines thru ' bits of clouds
the rays will fall on me,
the skys will put its beauty out;
before my eyes to see.
O' such a pleasant smell of school
as i fly towards the door'
with joy and full of heart
to be there to study more
for the start.
i dream of many things
and then the wind will whisper,
to take me on its wings,
i will fly to see all of the beauty
of nature and human beings,
the love of magic wonders
give kisses to every little thing
the sun shines thru ' bits of clouds
the rays will fall on me,
the skys will put its beauty out;
before my eyes to see.
O' such a pleasant smell of school
as i fly towards the door'
with joy and full of heart
to be there to study more
for the start.
on my journey to school i see the morning sky i also see the birds flutter&fly. i see my friends and family as they pass by, and also ride away and also say my goodbyes I'm almost there it seems quite clear but on my way to school i steer steer clear.
