I love walking under the moonlight. I feel so good and calm. I compose poems And sing songs. But in our lands, there are witches; at night, they wait for their victim and drain all their energy. And then the victim dies. But I love to sing. And I love to compose poems. I love walking under the moonlight. I'm loving it When I was walking along the beautiful path, An old woman was standing to the side. I walked past her and said, “Good night.” But she looked at me with angry eyes. I continued on my way calmly, But I heard someone following me. I realized it was that old woman. She was grunting and coughing. And I love to sing. And I love to write poems. I love to walk under the moonlight. I'm loving it But I know what I need to say. I know what I need to say to the witch. I calmly turned around and said: “Get away from me, you old fool!” I spent the whole night walking calmly. I looked at the stars. I listened to the birds singing. And then I slept at home until lunchtime. And I love to sing. And I love to write poems. I love walking under the moonlight. I'm loving it. And then the old woman died. Yes. She died. Aaa, uh‑huh.
