Round, bright and hot ball,
You are the sun,
A round beautiful red pot,
To the east or west,
And not north or south why?

Thirst and heat cramps,
A warmth and health each day,
A good round lamp,
Rises each day,
In the bright blue sky.

The sun, you are a wonder man,
Miles far away,
Goes to sleep,
And comes the next day like,
A ball of fire!