The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

The Basis Of Art Is Change In The Universe.

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

For This Lovely Bowl Let Us Arrange These Flowers Since There Is No Rice.