We’re marching for animal rights.
We have the right to fight.
Remember to hold you banners high
As if they were going to touch the sky.
Walk with the turtles, especially old Myrtle.
She’s crawling slowly at the back.
Take Douglass the duck and Winslow the cat.
and push old Myrtle up the line,
She’s 102 ya know and still looking fine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem