Flip, flop,
Flop, flip.
Put it on the deck,
Dry up in the morning's sun.
Flip, flop,
Some hop,
Some fly out of the oceans.
Fish that fly,
Fish that swim,
Put them on the deck,
Dry up in the morning's sun.
What will become of the fish?
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I would like to translate this poem
very cute love the beat I have commented or voted on 10 of your poems you are a very good poet when you get time can you please comment on a few of mine thank you so much..