(Ankoku)
Little critters come to play with me
All the birdies are singing happily
But don't you also think that they will
Look prettier if they stay still?
The flowers red and yellow and blue
I will pick the prettiest ones for you
And make the perfect crown for your head
And now all of the flowers are dead!
Wroom,wroom!What a lovely sound this makes
Cutting everything that is in my wake
But Father says that is not allowed
So I guess I will stop this for now.
No more critters come to play with me
I can't longer hear the birdies' melodies
Well, then,Snowball,let's go back inside
I'm happy just to be alive.
(Aya Theme)