I like to stick my toungue out
I like to scream and shout
I like to push my lips away
and pout and pout and pout.
Perhaps I am not angry
Perhaps I do not care
But I will never tell you
While you're sitting in my chair.
You want to see me crack a smile?
You think you'll make me laugh?
You know it's never been my style
If I can stop to pout a while
I like to stick my toungue out
I like to scream and shout
I like to push my lips away
and pout and pout and pout.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Martha, there you are, such a child! Isn't it grand when there are no adults around to tell us what to do? ! Phillip