Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.