On a tree, a lazy little squirrel
A nut he has cherished as a pearl
He holds it closely to his heart
Nothing at all can tear them apart
Except a hippo, who chomps him down
Trapped in the stomach, the squirrel frowns
He pitches a tent, just for the night
And, of his nut, he takes the first bite
Just then, music sounds out
In the stomach a party’s about
Squirrels sing, dance, and eat nuts
And the hippo explodes, no if, ands, or buts!
The squirrels are free to party away
Just because it’s Ciro’s birthday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's just nuts. haha. great stuff!