I once saw a Faun
Sitting in my lawn
Smoking a tiny pipe
And when I walked over
He looked quite hungover
Then he started to gripe
He passed me the pipe
It smelled quite ripe
So I took a little hit
The world startin spinnin
My mouth started grinnin
No Silva left to spit
He told me stories
Spun some tales
The look in his eyes said he's legit
He lived his life
So I'll live mine
That Faun showed me just how to live it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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