Nutter
I wonder just what happened to that strange kid at our school,
the one whose voice had never cracked, the one who played the fool.
Who read all music off the stave, and spoke piano speak,
our humpty, dumpty, numpty friend, who gave the kids a treat.
His catchphrase.. ooh! A pigeon! It didn’t quite catch on,
for he lived in another world, where birds, they spoke his song.
And then by chance I saw him, well read him anyway,
on dear Friends Reunited, my word he’d gone some way.
He’d love to hear from any class mates, who recalled this berk,
for now he’s the director of his own successful work.
Anyone remember ‘their’ own school nutter lol?
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I would like to translate this poem