Can I not stop myself from wasting time,
composing rhyme after rhyme?
In a circus in Denmark,
in a small trailer stands
Ramboline, an elephant so lonely.
To a big green park send her only;
and let her play with her own kind
Animals we can no longer use
ourselves to amuse.
They should be free
and unmolested; and
we should be divested
of the money-making spree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem