An Owl keeps on pecking at my head
Over something that's dead
I'm not wise for bleeding when
I shouldn't have bled
But I don't regret a word I said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An Owl keeps on pecking at my head Over something that's dead I'm not wise for bleeding when I shouldn't have bled But I don't regret a word I said OK!