Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While calling a game on september 20, vin scully was doing the tv broadcast when a camera spied a little baby sucking its thumb. scully immediately recited this poem. does his ability to recall and share know no ends? absolutely remarkable.