I am a wet fairy

I feel a crying chill,

I can't work my will,

Oh! angry rain drops let me

cross the Maggie bridge.

Let the lily river hide the moving ridge,

Till I reach my dream villa.

I do see an angry gale,

flying over a frenzy dale,

through rosewood into winter's pale.

I see a ghost of clouds,

not any cheering crowds

I see a foreign quail,

robbed on road,

and crying a loud--

I am a wet fairy,

walking hurry hurry,

I feel a fever in my liver.

green river go with glory,

The wild wind made me tremble and shiver,

Is it rain or the firestorm?

I do naught see a lorry,

Mercy, I have my umbrella,

and I escape rubella.

I sing my way mine own sad story,

My days which were best dull and hoary hoary,

Fate,  you've got my maiden heart in some unfamiliar territory.

© Affaq Naibe