Who really cares
About the man with no hairs
About rabbits or hares
About truths or dares?
Who really thinks
About the purples and the pinks
About the keys and the links
About the blinks and the winks?
Who really talks
About the pose of the storks
About the stare of the hawks
About the way a tiger walks?
Who really cares
About the man with no hairs
About rabbits and hares
About truths and dares?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem