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Paaralang Bayan sa Himpapawid with Ms Melly C Tenorio
738 DZRB AM Band, 8 to 9 evening class, Monday to Friday
Prism splits light into seven colors - the rainbow's secret.
I am no Atlas or Hercules,
neither one another's wit,
nor Thor who sends the rain
or a storm in his fit.
To bring home the rainbow
for my children's sake,by lens or words to escape,
would be sin if I fake.
Once I brought home a firefly.
Here is a a star, I said;
and through the night it watched
over them in their bed.
Once I brought home the sun
in a bouquet of sunflower;
And the moon in yellow melon,
the sea, in a queer puffer.
Bring home the rainbow, Papa.
That was a long time ago,
a promise I have not fulfilled -
what now at sunset's glow?
Suddenly the sun came through
a prism by its magic drew
a cathedral in the sky I knew.
Papa, you brought home the rainbow!
I am no Atlas or Hercules,
neither one another's wit,
nor Thor who sends the rain
or a storm in his fit.
To bring home the rainbow
for my children's sake,by lens or words to escape,
would be sin if I fake.
Once I brought home a firefly.
Here is a a star, I said;
and through the night it watched
over them in their bed.
Once I brought home the sun
in a bouquet of sunflower;
And the moon in yellow melon,
the sea, in a queer puffer.
Bring home the rainbow, Papa.
That was a long time ago,
a promise I have not fulfilled -
what now at sunset's glow?
Suddenly the sun came through
a prism by its magic drew
a cathedral in the sky I knew.
Papa, you brought home the rainbow!
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