Two kids were playing
In the graveyard,
A boy asked whether he could
Share with them hide and seek.
They said,
'We are already four, you will be surplus
So we cannot ask to play with us,
Go! somewhere to play with some other
Your sisters, brothers, father or mother.'
'But it is strange you are only two,
I don't like to tell a lie, I am true.'
'Don't make us bore, we are four,
You can count what else we can do more.'
The boy counted them pointing a finger,
'You are two, it is true, now don't hinder.'
The kids then themselves counted,
Both of them on the mound mounted.
'See! we two stand up here,
Two more lay in the graves there
They are having rest; they had been in pain
Soon they will begin hide and seek again.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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