I'll get a feather;
You get a feather;
Make that two or three;
Tickle me on the neck,
I'll tickle you on the knee;
We'll use the feathers
To fly away
Laughing as we rise;
Oh how happy we shall be
Soaring in the sky;
And when the evening
Settles down
We'll spread the feathers
On the ground
Forming there
A bowered nest
Where in comfort
We may rest;
And then we'll play
Our feather game
And laugh and laugh and laugh
Utnil our laughter does exhaust
Two cuckoo birds of fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written, I'm intrigued.