A melody. A meaning. Found this gem out of my kid's interest. No reasons not to accept the fact that music touches ppls irrespective of the origin.
Song: My Three Precious
Composed By: Bu Ren Ba Ya Er
Daughter: Does the moon go home after the sun’s rising?
Dad: Oh, yep
Daughter: Then where is the sun after stars’ appearing?
Dad: Oh, in the sky
Daughter: But why can’t I find them?
Dad: Oh, they’ve all gone home
Chorus：The sun, the star and the moon, what a happy family they three are!
Daughter: When will the flowers bloom since the leaves are green?
Mum: Oh, in summer
Daughter: Can we pick the fruits since the flowers are red?
Mum: Oh, in autumn
Daughter: Will the seeds bud when they are planted?
Mum: Oh, they will grow
Chorus：The flower, the leaf and the fruit, what a happy family they three are!
Dad & Mum：Honey
Dad & Mum：Papa is like the sun shining on Mama
Daughter: How about Mama
Dad & Mum：Mama is like the leaves holding up the flowers
Daughter: Then me
Dad & Mum：You are just like the budding seed
Daughter: Oh, yep
Chorus: What a happy family we three are!
Chandman Erdene (My Three Precious) 吉祥三宝 - 布仁巴雅尔 / 乌日娜 / 英格玛: https://youtu.be/whv9Kq7k0s4