The girl kicked the ball,
As it bounced of the wall.
And it went around,
Round and round.
The planets flung through space,
On the path they flew through.
And they went around,
Round and round.
The tires moved under the cars,
And they went fast along the road.
And they went around,
Round and round.
The silly conversationalist,
Turned his talk in repetitive meter.
And his talk went,
Round and round.
The tiny and pretty girl,
Twirled around in her silk dress.
And she swirled around,
Round and round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem