Ysgrifenwyd y gerdd yma gan Yamit o Ysgol Thomas Ellis, Caergybi.
  

Cold Morning

It was a cold morning.
My father was snoring,
In saw the postman come-
His nose was red.
He probably wanted go to bed;

I went to brush my teeth
I heard dogs bark in the streets,

I saw a tree -
It looked like a skeleton to me.

I was very sleepy
So I went to bed,
Until the afternoon comes ahead.

Yamit Avichezer.