Does the ox cart

speak?

Does the wheeling cart

sing a song?

The roads came together

as they went up.

The high pass

rose steeply.

The Mongolian oxen

struggle hard.

The wooden cart

creaks sadly.

Please oil me

and help me

and oil me

and help me!

It rushes

down the hill.

It sways

over the pass.

The large ox

trots bouncing bouncing.

The strong cart

leaps jolting jolting.

Who cares if it’s oiled?

Who cares if it’s not?

Who cares if it’s oiled?

Who cares if it’s not?

The ox cart

does speak!

The wheeling cart

does sing a song!