Lions, stage left! Tigers, stage right!
Nothing in circus will give me a fright.
Give me any beast, be it gentle or wild,
And under my command it'll become most docile.
But oh, there's just one thing I can't seem to tame-
My own wretched bedhead hair in the morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One can not be master of every thing or one's own irritating stuff.