The River's a wanderer,
A nomad, a tramp,
He doesn't choose one place,
To set up his camp.
The River's winder,
Through valley and hill,
He twists and he turns,
He just cannot be still.
The River's hearder,
And he buries down deep,
Those little treasures,
That he wants to keep.
The River's a baby,
He gurgles and hums,
And sounds like he's happily,
Sucking his thumbs.
The River's a singer,
As he dances along,
The countryside echoes,
The notes of his songs.
The River's a MONSTER,
Hungry and vexed,
He's gobbled up trees,
And he'll swallow you next.
MASUK EXAM TEST 2 ;D
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