My birthday ago I ever found in a rage and There is no sound, laughing .
I remember My father used to tell me stories or To ever teach me
‘’A Serpent in the course of its wanderings
came into an armorer’s shop.
As he glidede over the floor
he felt his skin pricked by a file lying there.
In a rage
He turned round upon it
and tried to dart his fangsinto it,
but he could do no harm to heavy iron
and soon to give over his wrath’’
Every time I used to listen to So I know ‘’ Very angry, it is very hurt‘’