A warbling woobie caught my eye
As I leaped off the porch and started to fly
The rascal was startled as I flew by
I spun right by him into the sky
How thoughtless of me to startle him so
I spun around and came down low
I hoped he wouldn’t turn and go
Thinking that I might be a foe
We both twirled round and round
As if we were both bound
We laughed so hard we missed the ground
Fortunately for us we landed on a mound
What a whimsical mind you might say
I laugh at you all and continue to play
Just be careful and don’t get in my way
I might swing at you with a fistful of clay
Ha...
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I would like to translate this poem
Whimsy is wonderful - it keeps us grounded - and happy!