My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey.

Started from the rich Kirkuk,
Badly in search of a brook,
With pains on a bad left knee,
To quench a throat that was thirsty.

To the praise from war I do not look,
For when they call me Mook,
The great surname of many,
With a...