Singapore buildings are tall
And our rooms are very small
Each back-window has five holes
Into those we shove our bamboo poles
Those bamboo poles are our washing lines
To dry our washings in the sunshine
But the weather here is unpredictable
And so one has to be adaptable
Don't blame the rain
Because it will be in vain
Just keep your mind as light as a feather
And make your move in harmony with the weather!
Lily Firefly Pyin Oo Lwin)
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