A kitten went a-walking
One morning in July,
And idly fell a-talking
With a great big butterfly.
The kitten's tone was airy,
The butterfly would scoff;
When there came along a fairy
Who whisked his wings right off.
And then--for it is written
Fairies can do such things--
Upon the startled kitten
She stuck the yellow wings.
The kitten felt a quiver,
She rose into the air,
Then flew down to the river
To view her image there.
With fear her heart was smitten,
And she began to cry,
'Am I a butter-kitten?
Or just a kitten-fly?'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Okay- I am officially a kid again when I read this lady's poetry! ! ! She is imaginative and sweet