A Tribute to Isuza 'Rin' Sohma from Fruit's Basket
Sitting on my chair,
My feet dangling off the ground;
And we are all glad.
Unknowing, I asks,
"Why are we always happy?"
And it all falls down.
Plates smash into pieces
And my loving mother yells,
"I really hate you!
We are never glad,
For you are a cursed child!
Who could love a horse?"
We were all playing,
A wonderful, happy game,
And then... it ended.
Sitting on my chair,
My feet dangling off the ground;
And we are all glad.
Unknowing, I asks,
"Why are we always happy?"
And it all falls down.
Plates smash into pieces
And my loving mother yells,
"I really hate you!
We are never glad,
For you are a cursed child!
Who could love a horse?"
We were all playing,
A wonderful, happy game,
And then... it ended.