A month has passed.
Thirty sad days and many long nights,
where we wondered how you are.
In Heaven, enjoying yourself, of course!
Silly ce, you'd say, Woan.
That's where the days are fair
bright and beautiful
For you to grow all the flowers
and bake to your heart's content.
Close to God
We know we will see you again
One day you will show us what you'vedone there.
Beautiful plants in a row
Plenty of cakes to show!