I sat there with Sally, we sat there, we two
And we could not think of a darn thing to do,
There was nothing to do, also nowhere to go.
So I looked on the shelf, found a volume by Poe.
I opened the book and “The Raven” was there,
I called Sally over, she sat in a chair.
Sally likes birds so she was elated,
But I thought Poe’s poem was way overrated.
The set up was long and the language was dense,
This wasn’t like “Hop Frog, ” which is so intense.
The raven showed up but boy, what a bore.
All he could do was to say “Nevermore.”
Then our old friend the Cat arrived on the run.
“Oh what a relief! ” we both said, “Let’s have fun! ”
The Cat saw our book and then winced as he spoke.
He put both his hands to his neck like a choke.
The Cat in the Hat said, “Let’s have a big bash!
But first all the literature goes in the trash! ”
“Reading a book makes the action too slow!
Forget all this Edgar and Allan and Poe! ”
Then a man with a net sprang right into the room.
He snared the Cat quickly, slammed the cage with a boom.
This man from the Pound said goodbye at the door.
When I asked, “Where’s the Cat? ” he just said, “Nevermore.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem