Knock, knock, who fat?
My name is Oily Jack.
You need a crack-stem diet;
like you on a hunger riot?
No Way, No crack! I need food.
So my stomach can feel good.
Knock, knock, you to skinny!
Why, you looking thin like a penny?
O'kay, Oily Jack.You want to crack.
I will spack, that plumpness off your back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem