'twas too hot and 'twas too cold,
'twas too wet and 'twas too dry,
'twas too calm and 'twas too brindy,
sence the flytings of the fixies
are delate
The fixies sat and quaited,
for the signs of weather changes,
and sence the fixies waited,
in the saftuy of the hest.
but one brapid fixie,
swantered up and flewted the hest,
but this stragous fixie,
who was too prein to quait the hest,
never realstood the warnger,
of the tootoo weather
but many a fixie looked at him,
and shabragraced,
did join this one strangous fixie,
eager for their 'ases,
'tiss too hot and 'tiss too cold,
'tis too wet and 'tiss too dry,
'tis too calm and 'tis to brindy,
sence the flightings of the flixies,
left each one dead upon the gearnd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem