Often I peek out of the window at night,
There I see the stars shamelessly smile,
Baking bread at master’s kitchen
I wonder,”Where was I not right?”
Yes I too want birthdays and smiles,
Waiting in the que to get whipped,
I see the high class kids go,
I too want shoes and bags,
Rulers not only on my back,
But perhaps use it on paper to draw…
Soon the morning sun will rise,
Soon my duties start.
I hear the bell bang.
I must go now and sweep the floor,
before my master awakens.