Near the playground on a heap,
Some doves were screeching aloud.
I went to the heap with surprise,
Found a cobra sitting with its raising hood.

The snake was warming itself,
In the sun with graceful hood,
Opening it in full width,
Looking like a wide-wide cup.

My friends also arrived there,
But seeing it all were feared.
When we made a much cry,
It began to slither away instead.
The view was horrible-terrified,
It never harmed, so we were satisfied.