I'm, too, embarrassed to tell you
How one ghoulish Halloween night,
A witch handed me her broomstick
And said, "Here take it for a flight."
So, up into the air I went
Faster than you can say, zing, "
Since I didn't know how to steer it,
I just as quick crashed the darn thing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem