Angelina... little ray of sunshine,
fresh and lovely with a radiant smile;
all the boys were 'mad' about her,
loved her humorous wit and style.
The telephone was ever ringing
always a knock-knock on her door,
'Is Angelina coming out? '
'Is Angelina ready for the Ball? '
But boys would come - boys would go;
there was only 'one' for Angelina...
with natural wit and striking style
she pursued this schoolboy dreamer.
And she won his tender love,
he came a-knocking and a-ringing
and she was ready for the Ball,
because with him her heart was singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem