Once a very long time ago, in a country that no longer exists, in a city twice renamed, I taught one verse (and even told it on a tablet). I don’t remember it, but it ended like this:

You know or not,
I am five years old,
I am on the tram today.
I bought a ticket.

At some stop.
Stripe entered the tram.
He has a card in his hand.
Snow on the beard.
He stumbled on the sides.
No free places anywhere.

I said to him then:
You sit here.
I am exactly five today.
I can stand!

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