There was an old woman
Liv'd under a hill,
And if she isn't gone
She lives there still.
She's come she's smiled with green hill she's played with ants, bees, flies, mosquitoes, snakes.............. she was independent she was, she was, she is now the hill!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice the little stanza; beautiful