Oh, they may find somewhere, where I can rest
somewhere,
But I had to badger you
And there was a gleam at his eyes
No, but I had to badger you
Professionalism, you may say
No, but I had to badger you
And he was now weary of
Professional intersts, you may say
The terrible crows bones abandoned
Bit out the bird-nest
Oh, they may find somewhere, somewhere
where I can rest
But I had to badger you
And there was a gleam at his eyes
No, but I had to badger you
They drove many of them
But I had to badger you
They sat long at
No, I had to badger you
Will be the last we'll hear
But, I had to badger you
Had passed right west
No, I had to badger you
They may have indeed
But, I had to badger
There was nothing to be done
No, I had to badger you
And twice spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem