Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, she calls
Chicks run to mother, and flap their wings
The mother, pecks and scratches ground for worms
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, a sweet mother's sign
They hop, dance, jump and run in delight
A day is made, with a lovely mother's sign.
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, on the ground she scratches
Kwi, kwi, merrily they've pecked for worms
Happy under shade, they are covered under wings.
Kut, kut kwee, kwee...what a lovely poem for this afternoon. Lovely...lovely!
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I would like to translate this poem
Bravo! I love it very much!