(A pragmatic poem by our little writer Mihika, who is just eight years old.)
Cars are stuck in a terrible jam,
Baby’s sitting in their cushy pram,
Trains go on a bumpy ride,
Camels choose the humpy side,
Trucks are going everywhere,
Parcels go here and there,
The planes ride on the runway,
People in the plane shout yay yay yay,
Some rides are easy some are rough,
But for all of us the Life Moves On.
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