Nhạc sĩ: Gordon Bok, Shel Silverstein
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Oh, what do you do, poor Angus, when hunger makes you cry?I fix myself an omelette, sir, of fluffy clouds and sky.Oh, what do you wear, poor Angus, when the winds blow down the hills?I sew myself a warm clothe, sir, of hope and daffodils.And who'll you love, poor Angus, when Catherine's gone from the moor?Ah, then, sir, then's the only time I think I'm really poor.