Last year I figured out the reason,
Why god made every season,
Why He made the moon and sun,
Why he gave us our legs to run,
Then came that day of your birth,
When you came into our earth,
And on began so many funny memories,
When we made our aim to fly like the bees,
Yes some bad I have to admit,
When I cried because the pain of my arm you bit,
But still we see each other once a year,
Even if we're away our hearts are still near.
