A bird is singing
In a huge tree just nearby
As boy whistle girl

And the grey sparrows
sings like the samba music
Music comes from bird

The Sea even do
You can not escape it here
Wind and rain do too

I listen to them
And waiting for going home
To play with my friends

When the sherry trees
have flowers in my home park
the music will start

Music is for fun
All music comes from the wood
says gambian friend

Musicpoetry
That is poetry for me
Music of the words

In saturdays then
We have a parliament
For free poetry

We do improvise
Together we create it
It is a good thing

I hope You can come
to Fatbursparken
In the sherrytreetime