The baby grew up in the golden place...
A man was born
It was summer so the fields turn into gold.
”Oh my Baby!” A mother cried
The baby was stepping in a quaggy
Mud playing with his toys
That the father gave him
In the petite, but vivacious house
Near the sanguine people
With the simple lifestyle, but happy
Near a wide wonderful field
There the Baby grew up and now a Man
He has an abstruse attitude
Because he wants to stand on His own.