and after he comes;
who minds the store
all the dancing around
with more company on the way
and the churning's a difficult chore
girls are all tired and asleep
and up all night singing rhymes
and those tears laid too rest making more
yellow the butter they sell at the store
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems like your bread is buttered both sides! You need a good management plan. Where there is a will, there is a way. And after she comes, you will know it. Smiling at you Tai