In the garden last night I did rest
lounging well with Ale, only the best!
Night came on and I got up
forgetting that I'd left my cup
The next morning my glass was gone
Out in garden, the table it was on
A big snail had found it first
He must have had a real big thirst
He found my glass. and well it did he kiss
Oh what a joyous death! Oh to live N die in bliss! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem