One day, time you gave to us
But neither of trust
Has build up in the crust (The Earth crust)
Why can't I put that "must"?
What kills us, poverty creates
No pills, no medicine And ills
In times, when sports became
A whole new, beautiful poem
But Don't feel flattered at all
Cause Only Freddie's got a ball
To the south And north pole
I love him respectfully ...