The burning gas filled with fire,
It won’t burn you, so stand up don’t tire,
The centre of the solar system it is called,
The Egyptians had it named Ra, the sun God,
Many worshipped it, many respected it,
Many wished to travel to it, many didn’t,
Many thanked God for its lovely light,
Many blamed him for the hot summer time.
Without the Ozone layer, its rays are quite harmful still,
But some are filled with joy, when he brings the summer,
Some welcome him as an honoured guest,
But he’s quite respected for his largeness and his glint,
He wears a long shawl filled with galaxies and planets,
His face is red with bright yellow; his smile is wide as a sea,
When he laughs too much, he evaporates all the water,
When he cries, he bring down the rain,
He goes to sleep by seven o’clock,
I don’t know why,
Ask him because he knows a lot,
He watches everyone with his big, big eyes.
So don’t do any mischief,
Otherwise he’s going to burn you alive,
even in night he tries to look at you,
but you’re sleeping soundly in your bed the whole night!
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Meriam Joseph
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