pick up a stone,
put it in a sling,
point it at a giant,
point it at a king.
the giant goes down,
his head comes off,
the peaple all watch,
as this poet gets a
lucky shot.
the sword comes down,
the head comes off, but
the armers to heavy, for
this poet to pick up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem