There once was an ancient old man from Altoona...
Who could no longer chew his food with a fork or a spoon-a.
When he found his place...
Filled fully with Grace.
Now God has his attention...
No longer was that man full of dissention.
Now he hath, been saved...
No longer Satan's, unthinking, dumb slave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem