I looked at you, you have no ears!
Instead on shoulder perched is one
Small creature called a borgansnack.
He sits and hears what's said to you
And translates into his own tongue
Communicating something else
Aside of what is said to you.
I'll try explaining this to you.
Fair maid, without thine ears, will hear
What Borgansnack allows her to,
Which is, of course, just nonsense words
Come take that thing off you and take
your ears back. Then I'll talk to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem