A strange smile
A strange smell
The nose near the rear
Sniffing and sniffing
The billy goats, with a beard
Smell the heat, in turns, look up
And smile, the heat is on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha, haha.. Very Interesting. It reminds me of the days when as boys we would go out to herd goats and cattle!