Slowly snails chew
Part of the witches brew
Slithering along slimy trails
Mixed with puppy dog tails
Down the drain fall the slugs
Only stopped by drainage plugs
All stirred and brought to the boil
Over this the witches toil
The product stands there so coy
Yes, it is a little boy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and beautifully penned..........