
As a child,
The boy would frequently write to his,
Sister,
Who stayed many many miles away.
She had nearly become a fading memory.
But to him she was still there,
Playing hide and seek with him.
Adios!

As a child,
The boy would frequently write to his,
Sister,
Who stayed many many miles away.
She had nearly become a fading memory.
But to him she was still there,
Playing hide and seek with him.
Adios!
Peek a boo.
Peek a boo,
I know where are you.
Under the table,
Or behind the wall.
In the garden,
Or on the roof.
Peek a boo,
Peek a boo,
Everywhere I feel you,
I know I will catch up with you.
Let me give some time.
Don’t change your place.
Be steady you there,
Where you have found your niche.
To call me to you.
Adios!