'Now where can I begin? '
Said Myrtle the bear with a grin.
'My three boys,
Are so full of joys,
Always rolling down this hill,
I can never keep them still.
They smelt some human food,
I think it had been barbecued,
And climbed into a metal bin,
To fill their tummies within.
This thing called a dumster,
Ate even my smallest youngster.
So small they were trapped inside.
I was so upset when they cried.
I didn't know how to set them free,
I'm only a bear you see.
There wasn't even a rope,
But I still didn't lose hope.
A kind lady with lots of pluck,
Appeared on the back of a truck,
With a ladder for my boys to climb,
And up they came in next to no time.
Getting down they looked quite cute,
Imagine if they'd used a parachute.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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