Curiously curiously curiously
He looked at the water curiously
The madman
He looked at the river curiously
And said keep on running there
I’ll be coming to run too
Curiously
Curiously curiously curiously
He looked at the horizon curiously
The madman
He looked at the sun curiously
And said keep on coming out
I’ll be coming out too
Curiously
Curiously curiously curiously
He looked at the tree curiously
The madman
He looked at the palm tree curiously
And said keep on standing there
I’ll be coming to stand too
Curiously
Curiously curiously curiously
He looked at the bird curiously
The madman
He looked at the weaver bird curiously
And said keep on singing there
I’ll be coming to sing too
Curiously
Curiously curiously curiously
He looked at the dead man curiously
The madman
He looked at the body curiously
And said keep on shutting up
I’ll be coming to shut up too
Curiously
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem