I like pumpkin I like fruit,
I like turnip and jackfruit,
Cut it chop it as it suit,
With sticky hands you look cute.
I try fork I try spoon,
I try hand at the noon,
Choose a knife cut food soon,
Choice’s yours whether hand or a spoon.
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I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned keep sharing (read mine Mickhael Jackson)