Sweetheart and I were snoozing alongside a mountain stream.
And in the middle of the night I heard a piercing scream.
I woke up to find sweetheart looking full of fright.
We were looking like lamb chops to some coyotes.
By the moonbeams of the night.
All we could think to do and this I will tell.
Was to let out loud yells and kick and punch like hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem